Seeds of Peace Community Festival, Sun., June 9

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Mother, wife, sister, friend, writer / blogger / creative organizer, budding photographer... These are just a few of the many hats I juggle each day. I believe creativity is oxygen for the soul. I created Live In Color blog to celebrate the beauty in every moment, from faith to inspiration and motherhood.And it is soon becoming Pray with Our Feet blog which will focus on the intersection of faith and activism. Follow the inspiration on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/praywithourfeetblog/
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What better way to celebrate peace than with a free event? The annual Seeds of Peace Community Festival is on Sunday, June 9 from 12-5pm at One Wisdom Fellowship.

It’s the kind of happening we love – laid back, intimate, and chock full of eclectic live music (jazz, conscious hip-hop, rock and more), delicious food, exhibitors, and insightful presentations by folks such as keynote speaker Mia Jones, an educator and community organizer who has worked with American Friends Service Committee and heads an arts collective. If you arrive at 10:45am, you can hear this inspiring young woman’s message.

Okay, you get the point. Pick up your flip flops, grab those keys, and make your way there! Remember, this is fun for a great cause – peace!

Love, A Daily Journey

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Mother, wife, sister, friend, writer / blogger / creative organizer, budding photographer... These are just a few of the many hats I juggle each day. I believe creativity is oxygen for the soul. I created Live In Color blog to celebrate the beauty in every moment, from faith to inspiration and motherhood.And it is soon becoming Pray with Our Feet blog which will focus on the intersection of faith and activism. Follow the inspiration on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/praywithourfeetblog/
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The highest grossing holiday after Christmas, Valentine’s Day, is officially over, but the daily journey of love, genuine love, is ongoing. Rabid consumption of romantic objects will not carry us from horrific U.S. led drone strikes, imperialism, nefarious global violence – particularly against women, girls and animals, climate change, economic inequality and a host of other atrocities.

It all begins and ultimately rests within love and “belief in God, yourself…” Carolyn Malachi, Grammy nominated artist sings in “Dumela.” When we abandon love, justice and hope are annihilated, compassion and empathy lost.

Love is simultaneously simple and profound, beautiful and unnerving, transformative and grounding.

Love is letting a fellow driver over in traffic jam when you prefer to keep going. It’s saying hello to someone who makes it especially challenging, or finding beauty in unlikely places and moments. This is love.

Not what you expected read, huh? Believe me it’s not what I thought I would write, but as I grow in a progressive Christian faith and relationship with my family – particularly our daughter Naima – I realize that love is ever evolving, presenting me with new ways to share and experience its power.

How do you love when it gets tough?

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Our daughter Naima
Photo Credit: Keston De Coteau

Standing Up for Justice

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Mother, wife, sister, friend, writer / blogger / creative organizer, budding photographer... These are just a few of the many hats I juggle each day. I believe creativity is oxygen for the soul. I created Live In Color blog to celebrate the beauty in every moment, from faith to inspiration and motherhood.And it is soon becoming Pray with Our Feet blog which will focus on the intersection of faith and activism. Follow the inspiration on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/praywithourfeetblog/
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picket lineDr. King called for a radical transformation of values, a movement from “a thing-oriented society to a people-oriented society.” We are still not there. Yet every moment each of us are presented with choices to shift from love over visceral hatred, truth instead of mendacity.

I stood up with a handful of folks on Black Friday to protest the world’s largest retailer’s poor treatment of its workers – some drivers honked their horns, others ignored us, while many looked puzzled. Who were these people with signs, and why didn’t they shop like everyone else?

According to Making Change at Walmart, an advocacy organization, “An employee who works Walmart’s definition of full-time (34 hours per week) makes just $15,500 per year. That means hundreds of thousands of people who work full-time at Walmart still live below the poverty line.”

Americans like to think of ourselves as non-conformists, but most of us are deeply afraid to question “normalcy.” Some who buck against convention increasingly do so from the comfort of smart phones or social media (not that this is not activism), but it does not replace the physicality of being on the ground, having a presence.

I have attended other rallies, but something shifted in me that day as I raised my voice, moved my body to the drum beat, and held up my handmade sign. Another kind of courage, a raw determination to stand up for justice beyond my laptop keyboard, a willingness to ask myself increasingly tough questions like what my choices mean for others who live in the developing world. How do the bargains we receive bamboozle us, tie us to a myopic way of seeing that worships materialism?

Standing up for justice is never convenient or comfortable, but it is necessary. The world we tolerate is the one our children will inherit. Justice and truth cannot wait, so keep moving and pushing, another way is possible.