Today is June 17. Two months have passed. The ritual is not complete. Stop asking me what I’m doing. Stop telling me I need to do something. What is doing? Aren’t I breathing; isn’t that’s doing? I wrote these words you’re reading; isn’t that doing? Today my answer is the same as tomorrow. I am nothing. I am no one. …
I don’t believe in death, I believe in change
Dear Steele: What do you do when you wake up to see that life is meaningless and there is an inherent emptiness in what society agrees to be success? What do you do when you realize the futility of the endless pursuit of that illusionary future happiness, supposedly waiting on us out there somewhere? It seems like a reasonable thing …
You can call me Khalila
Noelle is going away for a while. Thanks for reading and posting in my prayer book. For future reference, I’d like to be called by my middle name: Khalila.
He lives in the air I breathe
Dear Steele: I am coming to know joy in my quiet solitude and peace in God’s grace. I am humbled by your blessing and thankful for your love. As I seek wisdom in understanding your fortitude, I offer you my appreciation and gratitude, with perfect love and thanksgiving.
By whose measurement are you white?
Dear Steele: Part of the problem of love is that we still think about it in terms of measurements, as if the formula for love were determined by figuring out the right amount of sugar or salt or lime or water to add to a fresh jug of natural juice puree. My father makes the best fruit juice, and we …