20181109_110011In January, over twenty women gathered for a Word and World weekend of balance and writing using winter as their guide and instructor. This is the final reflection offered which also gives some writing prompts. May it be company in these longer winter days.

By Lydia Wylie-Kellermann

As we begin this final morning together, I am holding all that we have carried and shared with one another. I am so grateful.

These words come to listen from Arundhati Roy who is an Indian author and activist.

"Our strategy should exist not but to face empire, just to lay siege to it. To deprive it of oxygen. To shame it. To mock it. With our art, our music, our literature, our stubbornness, our joy, our brilliance, our sheer relentlessness – and our ability to tell our own stories. Stories that are unlike from the ones we're being brainwashed to believe.

The corporate revolution volition collapse if we refuse to buy what they are selling – their ideas, their version of history, their wars, their weapons, their notion of inevitability.

Remember this: We be many and they be few. They need united states of america more than than we need them.

Another world is non only possible, she is on her way. On a repose day, I tin can hear her breathing."

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IMG_1319(1) Past Lydia Wylie-Kellermann, co-editor of http://www.radicaldiscipleship.internet
Twenty-four hour period House, Detroit Catholic Worker
July sixteen, 2017

Isaiah 55:10-11, Psalm 65,
Romans 8:xviii-23, Matthew thirteen: 1-ix

This week I noticed some large scratchy leafed establish pop up on our driveway. It winded its way out of a narrow patch of clay betwixt a rotting log and the spot where nosotros prop our gate open when we are driving in and out. It has unmistakable orange flowers, each day it is multiplying in size. The seed must have planted itself in the small chip of soil after rotting there from neglect later on celebrating the flavor when the veil is thin. It has ever been my dream to have a huge pumpkin patch. And then, for now, I am cherishing this unexpected souvenir. I have dragged more logs over to protect it and volition give it whatever space it needs. I tin can't open our gate all the way and I bulldoze into the driveway in the almost peculiar mode. It feels like a trivial miracle that I become to tend and delight in each day. Go along reading "Sermon: Creations Groans: In the snowfall, the seeds, and our breath" →

ArundhatiFrom Arundhati Roy in The God of Minor Things (2008):

…the hole-and-corner of the Great Stories is that they have no secrets. The Great Stories are the ones you have heard and want to hear once again. The ones you can enter anywhere and inhabit comfortably. They don't deceive you with thrills and trick endings. They don't surprise you with the unforeseen. They are as familiar as the house you alive in. Or the odour of your lover'south skin. Yous know how they end, even so you listen equally though you don't. In the way that although you know that ane twenty-four hours you will dice, yous live as though you won't. In the Great Stories you know who lives, who dies, who finds beloved, who doesn't. And yet y'all want to know again.

That is their mystery and their magic.

arundhati-roy"Our strategy should be not only to face up the empire, but to lay siege to information technology. To deprive it of oxygen. To shame it. To mock it. With our art, our music, our literature, our stubbornness, our joy, our brilliance, our sheer relentlessness- and our ability to tell our stories. Stories that are different from the ones we're existence brainwashed to believe.

The corporate revolution will plummet if we pass up to buy what they are selling- their ideas, their version of history, their wars, their weapons, their notion of inevitability. Think this: We exist many and they be few. They need usa more nosotros need them.

Another world is not only possible, she is on her style. On a tranquillity day, I tin hear her breathing."

Arundhati Roy

"Our strategy should be not only to face the empire, but to lay siege to it. To deprive it of world oxygen. To shame information technology. To mock it. With our art, our music, our literature, our stubbornness, our joy, our brilliance, our sheer relentlessness- and our ability to tell stories. Stories that are different from the ones we're being brainwashed to believe.

The corporate revolution volition collapse if nosotros turn down to purchase what they are selling- their ideas, their version of history, their wars, their weapons, their notion of inevitability. Recollect this: We exist many and they be few. They demand u.s. more than we need them.

Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I tin can hear her breathing."

– Arundhati Roy