Marcie <3 As always, thank you. This was a firm but kind message. It has taken years to walk back the knee jerk shame reaction, realizing it doesn't help anyone. We have to continue to remember how much we love life and how good it can be to be grounded in our conviction that others deserve the same thing.
I don't understand why it wasn't Beyonce on the front cover of time - and Taylor Swift will be forever a mystery to me - we are never ever getting together. Even the fact that I can riff on one of her songs is too much Swift for me. Same goes for sex and the city- my years as a lesbian separatist killed that show for me. But I hear your harps Marcie, and thank you. I am simultaneusly sick of my misery & deeply grateful to South Africa.
When my gorgeous sister in law said to me in a non sarcastic voice on Xmas day: "you read so many more black writers than me" I took that and shut up. 😉😆
I'm pissed off at Jesus right now. Or rather, I'm still boggled that I've come back to faith..and I stay here because I have these females in my life, these prophetessesssessss (can't spell that word) such as your good self. I can't imagine my life without you & a few other queens of varying shades & hues. Just not Taylor.
I'm still not sure about seeing the Colour Purple musical because I can still remember the moment when Whoopi stopped that man with a look and her hand in the first film. But - in between rallies & vigils & writing the talk for Wayside tomorrow about Jesus (John 1: 41 - 53); I will be checking out:
All of us Strangers
The Next Goal by Taika Waititi
Poor Things
Renaissance the movie -
Numerous k dramas
A whacky anime/live action on Disney called "Dragons of um something -
(I bought Disney just so I could watch Dr Who which frankly pisses me off - )
You're so right. Our misery is only useful in collective lament and rage.
Jesus was right too. I guess. 🙃
I'd been grappling with your recent post where you noted more deaths from guns than days in the year in your country. That sent me to a deep thinking place.
My partners mental illness hasn't been much fun either lately but she still makes me coffee in the morning.
Holding the tension between the horror of it all and the love of it all is the only way to live isn't it.
Thank you for the harp song this morning. Apologies for the word blurt. I've been holding my breath a bit too much lately.
In a book a few years ago the writer Osheta Moore had a similar concept that she calls 'subversive joy' that I try to live by (on the days that I remember). I feel like I've been in a holding pattern lately as my daughter struggles with finding a job, and worries about anti-trans bills in the new legislative season. I finally told myself that I can't live in this spot forever, that I have to have some islands of joy, so I'm booking tickets to a musical, and planning a road trip with my husband to see a band we like perform in the Twin Cities. It won't solve any of the problems, but it will be that sustaining joy that makes all other work possible.
Thank you, thank you. I have had some ideas about this very place of beauty vs horror for a while now, but it was just a swirl of thoughts and wasn't jelling into anything useful. Your writing pulled it all together perfectly. Again, thank you.
I feel like throwing confetti into the air, eating a red velvet cupcake and dancing after reading your newest essay! Thank you for the heartfelt reminder that our joy is a revolutionary act, and that nothing can change until we dream its beauty first. And also that we can walk and chew gum at the same time! What a treat to have your voice in my life- your kind, funny, heart-connected and sprit lifting voice. You make my corner of the world a much better place, Marcie!
Beautiful, wise and generous words. Thankful for you, Marcie. This last year personally and in the world has been filled with so much beauty and sorrow. Somedays I have just needed to play with my dog, light some candles, or take a nap. Somedays all of the above. Thank you for these reminders today. Much love.
So gracious and wise as always! I am so weary these days and with the election coming up I’m already feeling my central nervous system fried. I feel like I’m being told that I’m not caring enough (where are your posts about Gaza? BLM? LGBTQ? Homelessness? The economy? And on and on and on) but I do care, deeply, I just no longer see the point of posting it on social media. I had a Facebook memory the other day that said it had 28 comments, but when I clicked there were only 3. So 25 people decided they no longer needed to see what I had to say and either blocked or deleted me. So, am I now just preaching to the choir? I don’t know. I’m just tired. I know I can’t save the world, so for now, I’m just going to live my life and protect my son, and hope that by doing my small part it makes the world a tiny bit better.
Marcie, you are the gift we don’t deserve but at the same time the one that we need. Your generosity is overwhelming. Thank you for this post. ❤️
Marcie <3 As always, thank you. This was a firm but kind message. It has taken years to walk back the knee jerk shame reaction, realizing it doesn't help anyone. We have to continue to remember how much we love life and how good it can be to be grounded in our conviction that others deserve the same thing.
I don't understand why it wasn't Beyonce on the front cover of time - and Taylor Swift will be forever a mystery to me - we are never ever getting together. Even the fact that I can riff on one of her songs is too much Swift for me. Same goes for sex and the city- my years as a lesbian separatist killed that show for me. But I hear your harps Marcie, and thank you. I am simultaneusly sick of my misery & deeply grateful to South Africa.
When my gorgeous sister in law said to me in a non sarcastic voice on Xmas day: "you read so many more black writers than me" I took that and shut up. 😉😆
I'm pissed off at Jesus right now. Or rather, I'm still boggled that I've come back to faith..and I stay here because I have these females in my life, these prophetessesssessss (can't spell that word) such as your good self. I can't imagine my life without you & a few other queens of varying shades & hues. Just not Taylor.
I'm still not sure about seeing the Colour Purple musical because I can still remember the moment when Whoopi stopped that man with a look and her hand in the first film. But - in between rallies & vigils & writing the talk for Wayside tomorrow about Jesus (John 1: 41 - 53); I will be checking out:
All of us Strangers
The Next Goal by Taika Waititi
Poor Things
Renaissance the movie -
Numerous k dramas
A whacky anime/live action on Disney called "Dragons of um something -
(I bought Disney just so I could watch Dr Who which frankly pisses me off - )
You're so right. Our misery is only useful in collective lament and rage.
Jesus was right too. I guess. 🙃
I'd been grappling with your recent post where you noted more deaths from guns than days in the year in your country. That sent me to a deep thinking place.
My partners mental illness hasn't been much fun either lately but she still makes me coffee in the morning.
Holding the tension between the horror of it all and the love of it all is the only way to live isn't it.
Thank you for the harp song this morning. Apologies for the word blurt. I've been holding my breath a bit too much lately.
Love to you. 💜
You are right if course
I adore your honesty. Truly.
In a book a few years ago the writer Osheta Moore had a similar concept that she calls 'subversive joy' that I try to live by (on the days that I remember). I feel like I've been in a holding pattern lately as my daughter struggles with finding a job, and worries about anti-trans bills in the new legislative season. I finally told myself that I can't live in this spot forever, that I have to have some islands of joy, so I'm booking tickets to a musical, and planning a road trip with my husband to see a band we like perform in the Twin Cities. It won't solve any of the problems, but it will be that sustaining joy that makes all other work possible.
Thank you, thank you. I have had some ideas about this very place of beauty vs horror for a while now, but it was just a swirl of thoughts and wasn't jelling into anything useful. Your writing pulled it all together perfectly. Again, thank you.
I feel like throwing confetti into the air, eating a red velvet cupcake and dancing after reading your newest essay! Thank you for the heartfelt reminder that our joy is a revolutionary act, and that nothing can change until we dream its beauty first. And also that we can walk and chew gum at the same time! What a treat to have your voice in my life- your kind, funny, heart-connected and sprit lifting voice. You make my corner of the world a much better place, Marcie!
Beautiful, kind, wise words—I read them as your act of selfless love to us, your readers. Thank you.
Beautiful, wise and generous words. Thankful for you, Marcie. This last year personally and in the world has been filled with so much beauty and sorrow. Somedays I have just needed to play with my dog, light some candles, or take a nap. Somedays all of the above. Thank you for these reminders today. Much love.
So gracious and wise as always! I am so weary these days and with the election coming up I’m already feeling my central nervous system fried. I feel like I’m being told that I’m not caring enough (where are your posts about Gaza? BLM? LGBTQ? Homelessness? The economy? And on and on and on) but I do care, deeply, I just no longer see the point of posting it on social media. I had a Facebook memory the other day that said it had 28 comments, but when I clicked there were only 3. So 25 people decided they no longer needed to see what I had to say and either blocked or deleted me. So, am I now just preaching to the choir? I don’t know. I’m just tired. I know I can’t save the world, so for now, I’m just going to live my life and protect my son, and hope that by doing my small part it makes the world a tiny bit better.