In the midst of global crises such as pollution, wars and famine, kindness may be too easily dismissed as a “soft” issue, or a luxury to be addressed after the urgent problems are solved. But kindness is the greatest need in all those areas — kindness toward the environment, toward other nations, toward the needs of people who are suffering. Until we reflect basic kindness in everything we do, our political gestures will be fleeting and fragile.
Simple kindness may be the most vital key to the riddle of how human beings can live with each other in peace, and care properly for this planet we all share.
“In a letter to his brother, Michelangelo is said to have written, “I have no friends of any sort and I don’t want any.” Leonardo da Vinci swore by solitude as the road to wisdom and artistic perfection.”—Anneli Rufus, Party of One: The Loner’s Manifesto (via fuckyeahsolitude)
The US has criticised the release of the documents by the whistle-blowing website.
Hillary Clinton, US Secretary of State, condemned “in the most clear terms” the leaks of any documents putting Americans at risk.
The Pentagon warned that releasing secret military documents could endanger US troops and Iraqi civilians.
“By disclosing such sensitive information, Wikileaks continues to put at risk the lives of our troops, their coalition partners and those Iraqis and Afghans working with us,” said Geoff Morrell, the Pentagon press secretary.
Why would they have the U.S. investigate? That’s like having Israel investigate the flotilla attack. Come on! Let’s have some real justice. We committed war crimes.
“I believe in a kind of love that brings sailors home from the sea. Made up of seconds and years and the nospace between hands on skin. I cannot believe how much goes on. I can’t even cut out enough red hearts to keep up.”—Sarah Mimnaugh (via biancaarenee)
"I don't know if I told you, but I'm seeking sanctuary."
+ The generosity of the international students will never fail to amaze me. A student from Turkey and I were talking about books because I had mentioned the one he was reading looked interesting after I read the back of it. He recommended another to me, and then enthusiastically said, “I just ordered 6 copies of it off ebay. Would you like to read it? When they come in, you can have a copy; I’ll bring one to you!” Since we had just met, I replied, “Well, I can just borrow it and return it, if you want?” He insisted I keep it as a gift. I confessed that I was a huge book nerd, and that I loved the fact that he had ordered six copies of the book as I always kept at least three copies of my favorite novel at home as well, “in case someone that I let borrow it loses it.” We were instinctive compatriots who had both nestled into a life of moving fingers over well loved dog eared pages, finding solace in the scent of a bookstore, and as children were admonished in a bizarre twist for reading “too much” during familial vacations instead of spending time with family. He told me his name and when I pronounced it and said, “Am I pronouncing it correctly?” cracked a grin which I knew meant no and was gracious enough not to reprimand me. We practiced it a few more times together with me rolling my tongue over unfamiliar linguistic constructions until he was satisfied or grew tired of me making a mockery, I’ll never really know.
Yesterday I met another dear man who’d arrived 10 days ago for the first time to our country from his homeland of China. His English was a bit shaky, and I helped him set up his email account. I asked him, “Do you mind me calling on your behalf,” and the outpouring of praise and appreciation overwhelmed me. We set up his password for his account, and I asked if he wouldn’t like to change it since I had basically created one for him. He said, “You have helped me, and I know someone so kind wouldn’t take advantage. Let’s just leave my password as it is.” He then wrote down a song recommendation as a gift for helping him and promised to come back soon to visit me.
Perhaps it’s naïve of me, and sometimes, I truly don’t understand how I can live in a world so filled with hate and judgment of others when it’s so easy to be tolerant, respectful, and ultimately just not be a dick. That’s my campaign promise if I ever run for president someday. “Hi, I’m Sarah Cash, and I promise not to be a dick to the rest of the world.” That’s it. That’s my platform.
+ Apple Cider on cool autumn mornings
+ Speaking of autumn, I need to work on recreating an old fall mix I made several years ago. Would anyone be interested in trading mix cds? I am very open to various types of music. My tastes are pretty eclectic. I will decorate yours and include a nice note. If you’re interested in trading music mixes, send me your address in a message.
+ Tomorrow I watch one of the first students that was employed under me get married. My date is another of the early “Children of the Union,” as I’ve affectionately dubbed them that has since graduated, too. It’s so nice to see how much they’ve grown.
+ Finally called to check into getting my voter registration transferred to Bono. I’ve got to vote for Blanche on the 2nd, not that she’s necessarily my favorite, but I’ll swallow glass before I’ll cast a vote for John Boozman. I’d like to make sure I take every opportunity I have to help ensure that he doesn’t get into office.
+ Speaking of politics, someone asked me during a political survey today if I considered myself a southerner. I really had to think about it. I’m still not sure as to the correct answer to that question, although I responded no. I moved from St. Louis to Northeast Arkansas as a child, however, spent much time at my father’s house in St. Louis in the summers growing up. I don’t think like people here do, and while that sounds like a vague statement, if you have spent time in the south ever, you’ll immediately understand. There are certain things about the south I’ll always enjoy, but largely I find myself feeling alienated and isolated from the people here, a little black ewe. I don’t consider myself to be a Northerner either. Too many “sweet peas” dropped into conversation; too great of an appreciation for fried green tomatoes and sweet tea. I’m a woman without a region, perhaps.
+ I tried on a delicious red pea coat this evening. I need to replace my navy blue one because many of the buttons are missing and have been resewn on again and again. It’s also on sale. I love pea coats. They look so clean & well tailored, and they’re super warm, too!
“I feel compelled to collect quite a variety of things. I draw artistic inspiration from the treasures I find at the flea market. I like old toys, books, photographs, anatomical models, stuffed animals, skeletons, religious statues, and vintage paper ephemera. It is interesting how, from the endless sea of stuff out there, certain things jump out. They evoke a feeling of mystery in me and I am powerfully driven toward them. It is an obsession. I collect, arrange, and display them.”—Mark Ryden (via thechocolatebrigade)
“Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your aloneness to learn that anything or anyone that does not bring you alive is too small for you.”—David Whyte (via astroinquiry, airwalker) (via scout)