Afifa Aleiby (Iraqi, b. 1953)
Birth, 1982
Hubble 30 Doradus Nebula Credit: NASA/Hubble, Color/Effects thedemon-hauntedworld
Mary Oliver, "On Thy Wondrous Works I Will Meditate" from Devotions
Spiral from the side by European Space Agency
My ancestors, watching me dump an entire stick of cinnamon, two cloves, an allspice berry, and a generous grating of nutmeg into my tea, sweetened with white sugar and loaded with cream, while I sit in my clean warm house surrounded by books, 25+ outfits for different occasions, and 6 pairs of shoes, in a building heated so well I have the windows open in mid-autumn:
Our daughter prospers. We are proud of her. She has never labored in a field but knows riches we could not have imagined.
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âhumanity is inherently selfish and badâ bbbrrrghuhjfkg. humanity is seeing a strangerâs grocery bag break open on the sidewalk and harvesting fruits and veggies from the branch-like cracks of the asphalt for them, just because you can. humanity is helping a lost child find their mother on a crowded beach, looking for the ladybug-patterned parasol with their hummingbird-small hand in yours. itâs an elderâs fingers wrapped around your arm as you help them up the stairs because the elevator is broken, and feeling like youâre doing exactly what youâre supposed to be doing, like this is what you wouldâve been doing had you been alive centuries or even millennia ago. there will always be a heavily pregnant woman who will smile at your when you give up your seat, a nice blind man in the fruit aisle who will ask you to please pick the riper plantain for him, a tired cashier whose face will light up when you compliment their tattoo sleeve. humanity is connection
â[Love] consists in this: that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.â
â Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters To A Young Poet (via soracities)
birds hover the trampled field / richard siken