what then?

i have so much i'd like to write about - much to share. but alas (ha) i find myself peering out over a dark and quiet wickenden st - and i'm tired. I have words like gentrification and justice being sung over the ringing of chords played a few hours ago with some good friends - in my head. i have day old memories of nights spent with my "adopted liberian family (jeremiah +fam)" imprinted on future vision for peace in the poorer areas of providence. there has been so much that has drenched my psyche the last few days.

but of all the vision, creativity, and stories i'd like to synthesize and post, the thing i've most wanted to share with the small world that checks this journal is a piece a friend of mine wrote. it has been incredibly moving to me since i stumbled upon it a few days ago. i hope it stirs you all up on the inside.

i'm posting the last paragraph - to read the whole piece (which is beautiful) go to h.c.'s blog.

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You know that this is dangerous--waking up like the morning after a fever broke--trying your limbs and finding soundness instead of ache.

You know that real boldness is damn dangerous. Have a healthy sense of your own danger. Tread slowly. Don't let the fearlessness in. Don't loose yourself to hope. You might get reckless with your love again, and actually begin to forgive people for all the things they never meant to do. You might see beauty in everything. You might start to Trust.

You might start to pray recklessly again. You might ask for more than you can handle. You might try to walk on water again.

And, oh God, what then?

[hannah clarkin]

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be the change you want to see in the world.