Jeanette Patindol
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Papa's House, Mama's House
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2004
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Tight Times
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My One Boobed Mamma
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Peace Journalism, War and Conflict Resolution
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Diosa 1.0: 8 Essential Goddess Ways to Your Royal Life
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Diosa 101: 3 Everyday Ways to Unveil the Goddess in You
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2019
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I am reading this sloowwly, a couple of chapters at a time, because I want to savor the words and the learning and the insights from the Holy Spirit! Very, very helpful and comforting, as well as a practical "toolkit" on how to protect and preserve o
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“When Life lifts you out of the ordinary,
match Life's dance by stepping out, rising up, to meet Life in extraordinary ways, too.”
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match Life's dance by stepping out, rising up, to meet Life in extraordinary ways, too.”
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“So begins their pursuit
of beauty: leaves tumble
into barrels of water and lye,
the green tears of plants
steamed to the clarity of human tears.
Then, the same women take up
Their pestles and pound the landscape
Into pulp. Mashing daylight and daydreams
into a pale cold mass.
Only then will the men come to drown
their fruits in water, dispersing
the remnants of plants and the aches
of tired white arms.
And having dispersed them, they redeem
with their fine-meshed nets the tissue
of emptiness we now call paper.”
― Bruise: A 2-tongue job
of beauty: leaves tumble
into barrels of water and lye,
the green tears of plants
steamed to the clarity of human tears.
Then, the same women take up
Their pestles and pound the landscape
Into pulp. Mashing daylight and daydreams
into a pale cold mass.
Only then will the men come to drown
their fruits in water, dispersing
the remnants of plants and the aches
of tired white arms.
And having dispersed them, they redeem
with their fine-meshed nets the tissue
of emptiness we now call paper.”
― Bruise: A 2-tongue job
“Words fail.... As a grudging admission, after much denial, that even as we try to preserve and create, through, with, in language, whatever is beautiful or scandalous in our lives, language fails because it falsifies. Like money, it corrupts the very possibilities it creates. Words after all the first currency. ... In trying to say what we mean, we end up saying something else. ... And yet, we have nothing else but words.”
― Bruise: A 2-tongue job
― Bruise: A 2-tongue job
“There’s no way that Michael Jackson or whoever Jackson should have a million thousand droople billion dollars and then there’s people starving. There’s no way! There’s no way that these people should own planes and there people don’t have houses. Apartments. Shacks. Drawers. Pants! I know you’re rich. I know you got 40 billion dollars, but can you just keep it to one house? You only need ONE house. And if you only got two kids, can you just keep it to two rooms? I mean why have 52 rooms and you know there’s somebody with no room?! It just don’t make sense to me. It don’t.”
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