Thursday 21 April 2016

Move on up!

Hush now child, and don't you cry. Your folks might understand you by and by. Move on up towards your destination. You may find from time to time , Complications

Bite your lip and take a trip. Though there may be wet road ahead, You cannot slip, Just move on up and peace you will find, Into the steeple of beautiful people, Where there's only one kind


So hush now child and don't you cry. Your folks might understand you by and by. Just move on up and keep on wishing. Remember your dreams are your only schemes, So keep on pushing Take nothing less - not even second best, And do not obey - you must have your say, You can past the test

Move on up!
 

Monday 11 April 2016

VIBES

Someone's put a J Dilla beat behind Lauryn Hill & Erykah Badu reading poetry separately, it's a vibey situation. 

 Power in music, power in words. 

Upworthy : Kim Raff


http://www.upworthy.com/see-incredible-photos-of-a-jail-where-inmates-and-abandoned-animals-find-a-second-chance?c=ufb2

A great article posted on Upworthy this month (click the pic), about Monroe County jail farm, where inmates and abandoned or abused animals build relationships and learn to love again. This really touched me, I think it's such a great idea. I often think about the prison system and it's many flaws... I don't believe enough is done generally to rehabilitate inmates - often they come out feeling even less a part of society and even further disconnected from humanity. This concept not only helps those animals have a better quality of life, it also helps build a sense of community within these offenders and gives them a purpose, something to contribute to their self worth. A beautiful example of how love can heal.  



Rise & Shine


As Spring sets in and the days get longer, I can feel my lust for the day coming with more ease each morning. It's not quite light when I first wake up but that beautiful sunrise as I walk Finn around 7:30am is just the beautiful lift one needs for the day. 



 

"Rise and shine. I've always held such fondness for that sweet old phrase. As though we are all little Suns. As though we are all someone's Day." - Beau Taplin