Today I am just posting four(4) relatively unrelated things.
Above, a fellow volunteer does some toe nail work on one of the guests in the office. We call this guest welfare. What is she actually working on? Look below for a close up.
Based on the smile, it seems that things are going well for the toe nail.
2) Below is a border inspired piece of writing:
Reality is clobbered by spirit.
Truth is overthrown by emotion.
The mind is held hostage by the heart.
But. Yet. However.
Spirit is the residue on reality.
Emotion is the manifestation of the perception of truth.
The heart obeys the orders of the mind.
A paradox; alive and well.
Green cuticulous clusters. Silence of noise.
A light on the street—light up my world, light up my nighttime childhood room. Protect me from monsters, protect me from those people who look different than I. Protect me from those myths. Protect me from evil.
Javier, dieciocho de Honduras. "Que Malo?" "Si"
Bricks in a row supporting my body with equally spaced lines—to separate or to hold together.
An open trash can. READY. to be filled, to be emptied. Oh futility.
La gente trabajando. otra vez. otra vez. otra vez.
Cars passing. otra vez. otra vez. otra vez.
Sonrisas. otra vez. otra vez. otra vez.
Oppression. otra vez. otra vez.
The dirty floor needing a clean. again and again and again. que mas. que necesitamos hacer.
A man. me. together in the street. no palabras. no connection of the eye. again and again.
Love on a sunday.
hands together just to cross the silent street.
The utterly futile process of life. its magnitude. each moment is every moment. each breath is every breath. each action is all actions.
3) Every weekday morning at 8:15 we have reflection. We rotate among the volunteers who runs each day's reflection. It ranges from yoga, to poetry, to rollerblading, to music listening.
Below, is the product of a writing reflection on what it is like to live at Annunciation House.
Rice, beans, and whatever.
Food without love is almost never.
Giggles, trickles, sighs and highs.
Sometimes in truth, sometimes in lies.
Always fulfilled, but never satisfied.
You couldn't be, unless you were to hide.
Instead we confront, and brace for the pain.
Sometimes wondering if we are sane.
Put me behind bars, force me to sit—
brothers and sisters, we are worth it.
Everyday I wonder, am I up for my roll.
Everyday I wonder, is it taking a toll.
I could go around the world searching for more.
Or I could stay at this house, and let it come to the door.
If you go to the above link, you will find the Annunciation House video. I just watched it for the first time. I suggest you peep it!