Monday, July 22, 2013

from Philadelphia, PA to Pipersville, PA {35.74 miles}

“Once upon a time they was two girls," I say.
 "one girl had black skin, one girl had white."

Mae Mobley look up at me. She listening.

"Little colored girl say to little white girl, 
'How come your skin be so pale?' 

White girl say, 'I don't know. 
How come your skin be so black? 
What you think that mean?'
But neither one a them little girls knew.

So little white girl say, 'Well, let's see. 
You got hair, I got hair.'
I gives Mae Mobley a little tousle on her head.
"Little colored girl say 'I got a nose, you got a nose.'
"I gives her little snout a tweak. 
She got to reach up and do the same to me.

.
"Little white girl say, 
'I got toes, you got toes.' 
And I do the little thing with her toes,
 but she can't get to mine cause I got my white work shoes on.
"'So we's the same. Just a different color', 
say that little colored girl. 

The little white girl she agreed and they was friends. 
The End."


Baby Girl just look at me. 
Law, that was a sorry story if I ever heard one. 
Wasn't even no plot to it. 
But Mae Mobley, she smile and say, "Tell it again.”

















It is just 35 miles away.
The city.
Sometimes it seems like these places are worlds apart.
I cried last week because my kids
(the ones in the city and the ones in our home)
 are upset and angry.
We talked about racism.
We talked about being the best person we can be.
We talked about skin color and assumptions.
We talked about choices.
I can never know what they are feeling exactly. 

Kaishon told me that people around here make him feel different all the time. 
Bria told me people look at her differently at all the 'white places' I take her. 
Bria said most people don't look at her badly, they just look. 
She feels different. 
Naji told me people think he is bad as soon as he walks into a store. 
Naji said everywhere he goes he can just tell that people think he is going to be bad. 
He told me there is no way I could understand. 
He told me Gary knows what he is feeling. 
I asked Gary. 
Gary said he does know.
 Gary knows about racism.

I pray for peace. 
Most of all, 
I pray that everyone I know will take personal responsibility for being kind to all those they encounter.

Rich people, poor people, brown people, white people.

Every person matters.
Every single one. 


Thursday, July 18, 2013

“We are not rich by what we possess but by what we can do without.” Immanuel Kant


“The greatest disease in the West today is not TB or leprosy;


it is being unwanted, unloved, and uncared for. 


We can cure physical diseases with medicine, 


but the only cure for loneliness, despair, and hopelessness is love.


There are many in the world who are dying for a piece of bread


but there are many more dying for a little love.


The poverty in the West is a different kind of poverty -


it is not only a poverty of loneliness but also of spirituality. 


There's a hunger for love, as there is a hunger for God.”

Mother Teresa






Monday, July 15, 2013

Bear in There by Shel Silverstein & a Summer synopsis

This summer.
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What a summer.
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Wow.
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We zoom and buzz here and there.
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We sleep little, work medium, play big.
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I haven't really been blogging because when I have time to edit pictures they are typically for clients and not fun ones for us.
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I know you miss us.
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And we miss you too.
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Happy Monday.
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Don't be blue!
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It's a new week just waiting for adventure to fill it. 
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Bear in there.
by Shel Silverstein

There's a Polar Bear
In our Frigidaire--
He likes it 'cause it's cold in there.
With his seat in the meat
And his face in the fish
And his big hairy paws
In the buttery dish,
He's nibbling the noodles,
He's munching the rice,
He's slurping the soda,
He's licking the ice.
And he lets out a roar
If you open the door.
And it gives me a scare
To know he's in there--
That Polary Bear
In our Fridgitydaire.

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Tuesday, July 9, 2013

the Creativity Project :: July 2013 :: Blur

I would like to bring you a gorgeous post filled with artfully done blurry images 
for this month's Creativity Project theme,
however, it is 11:38 and I am desperate for sleep.


I am respectfully submitting these pictures of the day we got Pat the miniature pony.
Where is the blur you may be wondering?
The blur is in the fact that life has been a whirlwind since he came to the farm.
An absolute blur.
This summer is flying by, wether we like it or not. 

Will you entertain my 'blur'?













Thank you for joining us month after month.
We are thankful for you.

With much love,
from the bottom of our blurry hearts.

Be sure to visit one of my favorite photographers and best friends next in our circle,

We would love for you to share a blur image on our facebook fan page
You would make our day.