Here you are, trying to build a meaningful and fulfilling life for yourself. But it seems like you’re forever caught up in the overwhelming minutiae of daily existence.
You want to start your mornings with some quiet reflection, but the dog needs to be let out, the kids need their lunches packed, and you can’t forget to stop for gas on the way to work.
You’d love to make time for reading inspirational books, but you’re perpetually behind on your e-mail.
You would definitely go out and connect with your spiritual community more (or maybe just findone) if it weren’t for the other relationships you’ve been neglecting. Not to mention the workouts you’ve been missing. And the laundry that’s piling up. And the roof that needs re-shingling. Oh, and you really should call your parents back …
In short, you’d like to make more room in your life for practical spirituality, but there are just so many demands on your time and energy.
But here’s the truth …
It’s not time-consuming to be spiritual
You can practice it, of course, but at its heart the spiritual life isn’t about ticking off a mandated list of to-do items. It’s about maintaining an awareness—while fully immersed in the outer life—of the subtler inner life.
Spirituality is about valuing and deeply connecting with whatever you hold sacred in yourself, other beings, and the vast, rich world you are a part of.
“But let’s get something straight: a community pushing back against a murderous police force that is terrorizing them is not a “riot”. It’s an uprising. It’s a rebellion. It’s a community saying We can’t take this anymore. We won’t take it. It’s people who have been dehumanized to the point of rightful rage. And it happens all over the world. Uprisings and rebellions are necessary and inevitable, locally and globally. This is not to say that actual riots don’t happen. White folks riot at sporting events, for example. Riots happen. But people rising up in righteous anger and rage in the face of oppression should not be dismissed as simply a “riot”.
We meet beneath the covers, lovers kiss and miss that time is passing, massive need arises, eyes half open, drunk with passion flash and soft sighs linger, fingers entertwined we find a rhythmic pace and face to ear, endearments turn to pleading, needing climax, fast and grasping blindly, finally finding perfect bliss; in this we bask unmasked and open, moments stolen, peace unbroken, woven into covers lovers meet beneath to fall in love then fall asleep <3
I heard his story on NPR. His mom raised him to “not see color” etc. And the cops beat the hell out of him when they pulled him over. It took seeing him in jail beaten half to death for her to see that race matters every day.
"I thought that love would conquer all and skin color really didn’t matter. I had to learn the really hard way when they almost killed you."
Raising a black child not to see color is convincing them not to see themselves when they look in the mirror. It does no good to teach them to look past themselves. Society already does it on a daily basis.