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I love James Joyce’s definition of epiphany: “When something’s soul, its whatness, leaps to you from the vestment of its appearance.”


Our own soul leaps in response.


In honor of the Christian Epiphany, I invite you to write a memory of an epiphany, and how you were changed.

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— from Elizabeth Jarrett Andrew (via danielbowmanjr)

davidajohnsonart:

“A loving heart is the truest wisdom.”
— Charles Dickens

davidajohnsonart:

“A loving heart is the truest wisdom.”

— Charles Dickens

I debated long and a bit hard on what my focus would be for this month and the conclusion was to take advantage of Pride. June is Pride month and in most parts of the world gatherings are held in celebration of LGBT pride.
And why June? Well, primordially because of an event that took place June 27, 1969 in New York City. The police raided a gay bar in Greenwich Village. After decades and decades of alienation, pain, stigmatization and abuse, the anger of the gay community reached the tipping point. This tipping point is known as the Stonewall Riots. In which the gay community decided to fight back against the system and demand equality and justice. A great article recounting the event in fuller detail is found here. With the knowledge of the events of June 27, 1969 and what proceeded from there, a better picture is formed on the purpose and the aim of the LGBT marches and gatherings. Now, this isn’t to say that gay civil rights organizations haven’t been around before this event, for there were organizations that preceded the Stonewall riots, such as the Scientific Humanitarian Committee founded in Germany towards the end of the nineteenth century. Unfortunately, this committee was thwarted by the Nazis. The LGBT community is one that, as evinced from history and recounting, has suffered greatly under the pall of prejudice and alienation. Therefore, this month I will join in adding a small grain to the recognition, the dissemination, and the civil rights movement for equality in regards to the LGBT community.
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I debated long and a bit hard on what my focus would be for this month and the conclusion was to take advantage of Pride. June is Pride month and in most parts of the world gatherings are held in celebration of LGBT pride.

And why June? Well, primordially because of an event that took place June 27, 1969 in New York City. The police raided a gay bar in Greenwich Village. After decades and decades of alienation, pain, stigmatization and abuse, the anger of the gay community reached the tipping point. This tipping point is known as the Stonewall Riots. In which the gay community decided to fight back against the system and demand equality and justice. A great article recounting the event in fuller detail is found here. With the knowledge of the events of June 27, 1969 and what proceeded from there, a better picture is formed on the purpose and the aim of the LGBT marches and gatherings. Now, this isn’t to say that gay civil rights organizations haven’t been around before this event, for there were organizations that preceded the Stonewall riots, such as the Scientific Humanitarian Committee founded in Germany towards the end of the nineteenth century. Unfortunately, this committee was thwarted by the Nazis. The LGBT community is one that, as evinced from history and recounting, has suffered greatly under the pall of prejudice and alienation. Therefore, this month I will join in adding a small grain to the recognition, the dissemination, and the civil rights movement for equality in regards to the LGBT community.

The rest of the article

In its eye                                                        the far-off hills are mirrored–                            dragonfly!

In its eye                                                        
the far-off hills are mirrored–                            
dragonfly!

Estoy terminando Rayuela de Cortázar y el libro no ha parado de captivar, romper, conmover, entristecer, torturar e iluminar mi corazón. Aquí comparto un pedazo:
"¿Qué es en el fondo esa historia d encontrar un reino milenario, un edén, un otro mundo? Todo lo que se escrive en esos tiempos y que vale la pena leer está orientado hacia la nostalgia. Complejo de Arcadia, retorno al gran útero, back to Adam…
Detrás de todo eso (siempre es detrás, hay que convencerse de que es la idea clave del pensamiento moderno) el Paraíso, el otro mundo, la inocencia hollada que oscuramente se busca llorando, la tierra de Hurqalya. De una manera y otro  todos la buscan, todos quieren abrir la puerta para ir a jugar. Y no por Edén, no tanto por el Edén en sí, sino solamente por dejar a la espalda los aviones a chorro, […] el despertar a campanilla, el ajustarse a termómetro y ventosa, la jubilación a patadas en el culo, […] y decíamos que  el homo sapiens no busca la puerta para entrar en el reino milenario sino solamente para poder cerrarla a su espalda y menear el culo como un perro contento sabiendo que el zapato de la puta vida se quedó atrás, reventándose contra la puerta cerrada, y que se puede ir aflojando con un suspiro el pobre botón del culo, enderezarse y empezar a caminar entre las florecitas del jardín y sentarse a mirar una nube nada más que cinco mil años, o veinte mil si es posible y si nadie se enoja y si hay una chance de quedarse en el jardín mirando las florecitas.”
Hay mucho más para rico en profundidad pero por ahora un poco.

Estoy terminando Rayuela de Cortázar y el libro no ha parado de captivar, romper, conmover, entristecer, torturar e iluminar mi corazón. Aquí comparto un pedazo:

"¿Qué es en el fondo esa historia d encontrar un reino milenario, un edén, un otro mundo? Todo lo que se escrive en esos tiempos y que vale la pena leer está orientado hacia la nostalgia. Complejo de Arcadia, retorno al gran útero, back to Adam…

Detrás de todo eso (siempre es detrás, hay que convencerse de que es la idea clave del pensamiento moderno) el Paraíso, el otro mundo, la inocencia hollada que oscuramente se busca llorando, la tierra de Hurqalya. De una manera y otro  todos la buscan, todos quieren abrir la puerta para ir a jugar. Y no por Edén, no tanto por el Edén en sí, sino solamente por dejar a la espalda los aviones a chorro, […] el despertar a campanilla, el ajustarse a termómetro y ventosa, la jubilación a patadas en el culo, […] y decíamos que  el homo sapiens no busca la puerta para entrar en el reino milenario sino solamente para poder cerrarla a su espalda y menear el culo como un perro contento sabiendo que el zapato de la puta vida se quedó atrás, reventándose contra la puerta cerrada, y que se puede ir aflojando con un suspiro el pobre botón del culo, enderezarse y empezar a caminar entre las florecitas del jardín y sentarse a mirar una nube nada más que cinco mil años, o veinte mil si es posible y si nadie se enoja y si hay una chance de quedarse en el jardín mirando las florecitas.”

Hay mucho más para rico en profundidad pero por ahora un poco.