I frequently find myself abashed by the comparative privilege of my life, as the flowers bloom for an array of meticulous insects, and our children delight in the knowledge and tastes of garden food. The glorious clouds sear with their beauty, as my human heart strives to truly see and appreciate the vast gift of…
Tag: guilt
Every individual action marks the culmination of choices made by the masses.
Each time I throw something in the garbage, particularly plastic wrappings, my heart sinks with dismay and guilt. So I wrote poem about it: aching reproach of silenced heart as hands release another piece of refuse newly named into eternity contained by plastic bags cinched so nothing disintegrates to grow the weighted piles with…
Insight/Outfit of the Day 