Called to Serve

To serve is a daunting task. It’s okay not to be okay. It’s okay not to be able to resolve your own personal, professional, health care, or family difficulties/distresses/disasters. It’s okay not to understand or fix the political quagmire that is the United States of America. It’s okay…

A Couple of Things on My Mind Today…

“We are still searching for our KEY to full freedom in the U.S. which continues to be a thorny existence. Do your work – know your history and build a strong foundation.”#Larueshandinclay #blackwomanceramicist #afriwarebooks #mahoganygalley #peopleofcolorpeopleofclay #thecolornetwork #africanamericanmuseums #blackartinamericamatters #blacksculptorsmatters #afrolatinaartist #chicagoartist #ceramicartistofinstagram #stonewareceramics —Christine “Liz” Larue I…

Sacred Service

Service is sacred. Service is a holy thing — if it is offered cleanly. What does that mean?! When we offer service, are we offering it with open hands and no expectation of reciprocation or anticipation of garnering favor? Serving with expectations or guiding demands is not an…

Serving a Permanent Sentence

While the word ‘Serve’ has many meanings, in the context of this commentary, we ponder what serving one’s time in prison means and whether the time served intersects with eventual redemption. Hundreds of thousands of men and women serve prison sentences for wrongful acts they have committed. They…

I Serve

I lift myself OObeyond the evidence OOof my senses. I go to the frontier OOof my world OOand I see beyond. I know OOwe can be more. I know OOwe can do more OOand better I know OOwe are One, Yes, OOsequestered OOin time OOblinded OOby circumstance. Still,…

THE SERVICE FREQUENCY

  Photo by Milada Vigerova on Unsplash   Do you serve yourself before others? Do you serve yourself at all? Have we been conditioned to give more to others than ourselves? The answer is many times a resounding yes. We have always been told to give more than…

How We Learned To Serve

    My husband and I have land outside of Florence in the woods with a small pasture where we built a home. He had rescued four wild mustangs that moved to the home with us. Caring for these animals was a new experience for him and me….

Mi Casa, Su Casa: Coconut Creamed Collards

Ingredients 1 tablespoon extra-virgin olive oil 3 cloves of garlic thinly sliced 1’ knob of ginger peeled and thinly sliced 1 teaspoon of kosher salt 2 cups of well shaken full fat coconut milk 3 tablespoons of coconut aminos 3 bunches of collard greens washed and cut in…

This Here Body of Mine

  In this body, I’ve known love. I’ve known despair and joy held together by a vulnerable thread of near invisible hope. At times these have been my only reasons for containing breath.   In this body, this fallible body, I’ve taunted death; fearfully so… in hopes of…