First and foremost, I have to say that you all MUST try your hand at creating a lemon and black pepper cake. I experimented this past week and it changed my life. I realise I say many things change my life, but I like to think I’m just easily impacted. Also, green Thai curry with sweet soy sauce. I don’t need to explain how that infected my day with delight.
The past few weeks have been very busy, and the next few weeks will be even more busy. Actually, they’ll more likely be insane. So if you see me disheveled with birds nesting in my hair, take a few moments to hold my hand and dust the feathers from my eyes: I’ll appreciate it more than you know.
I am working with Foodbank and setting up a distribution centre in my area. I am taken by the need and angered by the apathy I see in my generation.
I don’t know why it is difficult to understand and accept that if people are hungry, we are to feed them. I don’t really see it as a choice but a commitment and a promise you make when you acknowledge the world is bigger than yourself. Not everyone has a compass they can point to find their way and fill their bellies. Some people have money and some people have hope: but we all have love and we are responsible to show share it.
I won’t apologise for ranting but I will say I’m sorry for the years of apathy I so delightfully sauntered through. There are too many injustices now in front of my eyes for me to see past them anymore.
I pray you find a way to give because without generosity, we have nothing to offer.
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In other news, it’s (America’s) National Poetry Month. Exciting? Yes. Let’s explore:
Mine:
i would could should share a word or two but i won't can't shan't because I'm afraid of you.![;)]()
His:
Come, all you who are not satisfied as ruler in a lone, wall-papered room full of mute birds, and flowers that falsely bloom and closets choked with dreams that long ago died. Come, let us sweep the old streets–like a bride: sweep out dead leaves with a relentless broom; prepare for Spring, as though he were our groom, for whose light footstep eagerly we bide. We’ll sweep out shadows, where the rats long fed; sweep out our shame–and in its place we’ll make a bower for love, a splendid marriage bed, fragrant with flowers aquiver for the Spring. And when he comes, our murdered dreams shall wake and when he comes, all mute birds shall sing.
and a song:
(it takes a thousand miles to reach the stars tonight)
Love from here to there,
Joanna
