ache.

{ferrier, haiti. march 2008.}

we all ache. its a deep, hollow, expanse of hurt. 
and we're not even there. 
we. are. worlds. away. 
and this world doesn't seem to need 
any more disconnected reflections right now. 

{ferrier, haiti. march 2008.}

you won't find one here. just some ache in the bones.
i have been leaning on a mantra found here. 
and the beautiful people here and here and here.

{if God is with the suffering, where are we?}

Philanthropy is commendable, but it must not cause the 
philanthropist to overlook the circumstances of 
economic injustice which make philanthropy necessary

Martin Luther King Jr.

new year, less us.

talks of the neeeeeeeeew {channel a daunting, spooky tone} year somehow instantly invite overprojected proposals, overestimations of energy, and impending doom. okay, that's a little dramatic, but you're picking up what i'm putting down, right? for example, i'd like to think that i really did write a letter every week in 2009 like i had resolved, but that's only relatively true if signing my name on my debit card receipts count.


instead of falling prey to the seduction of the advertising world's {or your own!}  new year/new you gimmicks, why not leave something behind, instead? fear of economic instability, blaming yourself or others for you-forgot-what, a nasty little habit, a tendency towards resentment... whatever it is, may the wayside engulf it and our journey into 2010 start off a little lighter.