Moments for Common Nourishment

Anna Blaedel

On raising the stewards of this world

On raising the stewards of this world

By Rev. Katrina Shawgo “It is easier to build strong children than to repair broken men.” -Frederick Douglas We live in troubling times. Many days the future seems bleak and uncertain. As a mother, I wonder what will be left of the world into which I birthed my son. As a white mother, I worry that secret, unspoken worry…what kind of white man will he be? With white men at the center of white violence against people of color, against women, against innocent children in schools, the weight of the responsibility of raising him is always heavy on my mind.  Raising...

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Anna Blaedel

A practice for paying attention to longing

A practice for paying attention to longing

By Rev. Anna Blaedel Here we are, dear ones. Here, in the days stretching between old year, and new. Here, in the first days of Christmas, remember the insistent promise of what’s possible when Love is enfleshed. Here, in the celebrations of Kwanza, and Chanukah, and solstice, as we celebrate the delights of darkness, and of lights, and of finding our way together, in and through it all. Here, in days and hearts that may feel too full, or too empty. Here, in a world aching with wonder, and need, and longing. As the season shifts, and the year turns, I...

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Anna Blaedel

The waiting before the coming

  By Rev. DaSaint young colored girlowned yet unclaimeddefined with no considerationshe is a desired liabilitythat no one tends toshe carries Hope in her wombJoy in her heartLove is her very existenceyet Peace is what she needsit is what she seeksin order to give birth to lifein a dying world  this young colored girlis praised and ridiculedfor what she is able to producefor our consumptionand we anticipate what is to comewithout the intentional waitwithout the inevitable wailwithout the inquiry and wonderingwhat it means for her to deliver this giftwhy she isn’t considered to be the prizewho is she if not...

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Anna Blaedel

When both holiness and horror meet us

When both holiness and horror meet us

Because: Gratitude without grief is dishonest. And grief without gratitude is unbearable. Both the beautiful and not-so-beautiful are true.

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