Sundays in Bed
Sunday morning. Bright open skies. Prickly white frost. Giggling first years in raisin costumes. A cup of coffee.
posted by beckita @ Sunday, November 20, 2005
Beckilina
About Me
- Name: beckita
"Change, personal and political does not come about in a day, nor a year. But it is the day to day decisions, the way in which we testify with our lives to those things in which we say we believe, that empower us. Your power is relative, but it is real. And if you do not learn to use it, it will be used, againist you and me and our children. Change did not begin with you and it will not end with you but what you do with your life is a vital part of that chain. The testimony of each of our daily lives is a vital missing remnant in the fabric of the future." - Audre Lorde
Links
- George Monbiot
- Healing Iraq Blog
- A Mother In Gaza
- New Economics
- Dropping Knowledge
- VSO
- New Internationalist
- Public Radio Exchange
- Post Secret
- Cafe Babel
- Gender Informational Newtwork for the Southern Caucasus
- War News Radio
- Youth Action for Peace: International Voluntary Work
Previous Posts
- Demonstrations, ethical investment, bright light
- Home, a Great Uncle and Change
- On a train again...
- Theatre, japanese tourists and people
- Woodsmoke and Salsa
- Three Weeks in: Apathy and Selfishness?
- St Andrews - Back Again
- Colours in the desert
- Time ticks, seasons advance, school is about to start
- Summer of Discontent
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Mmmmmmmmmm!
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