Is it more dangerous to want everything or want nothing?
This answer may be a cop out, but I think it depends on what you do in your effort to get everything or get nothing.
50 Things I Love – Alpha-ish-Order
- Alliteration
- Avacados
- Art journals
Second Trimester Lessons
This second trimester has been SOOO much better than my trimester.
1. Can we talk, again, about how much I love eating stuff I want?
My Day, One Beat At A Time
Writing about a topic using only one-syllable words will be an interesting challenge, and I like it. It begins now:
Islands of Slowed Down Time
I bought Mamma Zen over the weekend and just this morning read a chapter on time, reflecting on the artificial demarkations of time (for example, day v. night, which cease to exist with someone whose stomach can only hold four oz).
You’re Not the only One Changing. Your Spirit Animal Does, too.
When I sent my recommendations forward for the Sisterhood of the World Bloggers award, I asked them a series of questions I hoped for answers to.
One of those questions was about their spirit animal,* and I’ve been thinking about what mine would be today.
Continue reading “You’re Not the only One Changing. Your Spirit Animal Does, too.”
How Can I Be A White Ally?
I have talked a little bit about Ferguson about this blog, and I’ve talked about social justice and privilege as well. I want to be an ally in the effort to change the system that eradicates these privileges, but I’m not too sure how to do that, or how to do it effectively. Really be an ally and not “a great white savior,” ’cause I’m not.
Sahara’s Two Cents
A first pregnancy is a fruitful time for advice, I was soon warned after the stick turned blue.
The Art in Protest / The Protest in Art
As I have written several times lately, I was raised in St. Louis. Police action in one of our suburbs, Ferguson (yes, legally it’s a small town, but it’s really a suburb of St. Louis), has been the center of protests around the world over the past week, but especially in the U.S. The night it was announced the officer would not face criminal charges for killing a young man, different parts of the city – literally – burned. Cars and buildings were on fire and in other ways destroyed and fire crews couldn’t get to them for the force and crush of people on the streets.
Neglect Not the Wood-Strewn Path
When I’m feeling down being outside lifts my spirits. The smells, the breeze, the light… Of course, sometimes the breeze is biting and hurts when you sniff, or the light is oppressive or blinding. On those days, I don’t like being outside (Read: January and February).
On those forbidden days, I gaze at photos of lovlier places, such as to the image below, and daydream about them.
I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving 