republicans are HURT.

he straight called the republicans tired. 1/3 into his speech he say f the teleprompter and spoke from his heart. you can see his frustration and determination to get some change to happen. i should pray for him really..it seems like the republicans are acting like butt hurt kids who just want to say no to see him fall - thus making america fall & ameriKKKa reign. it's so frustrating .. i'm trying to figure out what it is i can do to help.

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last week we watched Shadows of War by Bindlestiff @ the Presidio. As an art form, it could have been a lot more clean and powerful (can i smell a pcc rant coming on?). But the mere fact that it was at the Presidio ..with many a military white men present .. made it worth it. It was symbolic, ironic, and empowering to finally see history written by those who lost instead of those had viciously won.

someone asked "i mean, how many Filipinos actually died during this .. 'thing'?" 616,000 sucka. and yes, it was your government and your people.

and i felt it. that fire for our history and education swell within me. i felt it warming my heart and reminding me that these moments of discovery need to be protected and honored - in the classroom, over dinner, and in my tumbling mind. it connected me to the parts of my core that i'm sure of. to the parts i know are not evil, and are worth investing in and seeing through.

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i am reconnecting myself to everything i knew once that had made me whole. God, reading, self reflection, justice, education .. i am overwhelmed by that passion to do. last weekend was comprised of shadows of war, environmental justice in pandacan, and my pastor coming back from the philippines and working with women caught in prostitution. ecm discussions and the not for sale audiobook. i am tired of learning and i want to being doing. i feel like my heart is going to burst for the injustice and sadness in this world. i want to go to every sex bar and save every little girl and boy. i want to go to nepal and eat pizza. i want to breathe change. but i know there is purpose in my solitude. that i can only see my reflection in still waters and not the rushing river.

river rise. and take me home.




p.s. one of the kids i work with asked me,"when you grow up are you gonna be a teacher??" hahha. aww. i thought i was growned uped!!