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Yes All Towns: To Fix What is Broken

Yes All Towns: To Fix What is Broken

by Gerri Ravyn Stanfield | Oct 2, 2015 | Revolution of the Spirit, Revolutionary Poems, social justice, Uncategorized | 0 comments

{Author’s note: I wrote this a year ago before all the 2015 shootings. Unfortunately not much has changed.} WARNING: This blog contains opinions about recent school shootings…perhaps we disagree or we find solidarity.  We call this freedom of the press. Maybe...
weaver

weaver

by Gerri Ravyn Stanfield | Jun 15, 2015 | Revolution of the Spirit, Revolutionary Poems | 10 comments

  yesterday, I saw spiders everywhere in the forest small busy spinners knitting the world together with a shimmering net sometimes, I trust that cosmic net even when my DNA is screaming to string myself too tight, overstretch and tremble. be cruel to survive. we...
10 Qualities of Visionary Leaders for Transitional Times

10 Qualities of Visionary Leaders for Transitional Times

by Gerri Ravyn Stanfield | Jan 29, 2015 | Intuitive Leadership, social justice, Uncategorized | 0 comments

  Let’s push it, let’s birth it. Let’s create and heal and risk the pain. I love the way you lead the way, the way you risk that disapproving sneer, the distasteful glare. I love the way you dive right into the fear of isolation and rejection,...
bold dark hymn

bold dark hymn

by Gerri Ravyn Stanfield | Dec 23, 2014 | Revolutionary Poems, social justice | 0 comments

Here. Now. I unfurl the rich velvet solace of the night sky, the canticle of the inky sea,   that blackness which is all colors put together, outside the firelight when day is unwound.   These words are said to be the opposites of dark in the English...
The Chains

The Chains

by Gerri Ravyn Stanfield | Nov 25, 2014 | Revolution of the Spirit, Revolutionary Poems, social justice, Uncategorized | 0 comments

For Michael Brown and Ferguson There is a dark ragesong rising in the streets. When they cut him open to see how he died, they recorded that his brown arms were uplifted towards heaven an open handed fearprayer more than one hundred feet away from the gunman, one more...
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