Mimi Weaver 📎

@gracemoves.bsky.social

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NVC advocate, pro-democracy, trying to follow the nonviolent Jesus 🇺🇸🇺🇦🇨🇦🇲🇽🇵🇦🏳️‍🌈💙

(War Time) There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pools singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white, Robins will wear their feathery fire Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn, Would scarcely know that we were gone.
Gray cat
Sign says: When Ruth Ben-Ghiat, Anne Applebaum & Heather Cox Richardson say we are OK, I'll Stop Worrying
Snow falling
Raft with paddlers in river
Cartoon of Prince Andrew in jail writing a letter. "Dear Donald, Wish you were here. ~Andrew"
Be disciplined about what you respond to and react to, because not everything and not everyone deserves your energy, time, or attention. So stay in your light.
Monks walking for peace in frigid weather in Virginia
Monks walking for peace, holding baby and chanting blessings
Monk holding baby
Monks Walking for Peace
Monks Walking for Peace Day 100
Cats
Lincoln saying watching “Melania” was the worst experience I’ve ever had in a theatre.
I DO NOT WANT VENEZUELA. I DO NOT WANT GREENLAND. I DO NOT WANT CUBA. I DO NOT WANT CANADA. I DO NOT WANT MEXICO. I JUST WANT HEALTHCARE.
Two cats sleeping on me
Cat sleeping on sleeping man
Sunset sky
Harris/Walz sign
Blooming flowers holding on
Tree with red leaves
Yard with signs for Spanberger, Hashmi, Jones & Critzer and a deer.
2 cats, one sitting calmly, the other hissing.
Still water at sunrise
How the Light Comes, by Jan Richardson I cannot tell you how the light comes. What I know is that it is more ancient than imagining. That it travels across astounding expanse to reach us. That it loves searching out what is hidden, what is lost, what is forgotten, or in peril or in pain. That it has a fondness for the body, for finding its way toward flesh, for tracing the edges of form, for shining forth through the eye, the hand, the heart. I cannot tell you how the light comes, but that it does. That it will. That it works its way into the deepest dark that enfolds you, though it may seem long ages in coming or arrive in a shape you did not foresee. And so may we this day turn ourselves toward it. May we lift our faces to let it find us. May we bend our bodies to follow the arc it makes. May we open and open more and open still to the blessed light that comes.
Sunrise over still water
It's incredible how many of our global issues have been caused by three white men in their 70s clinging to power to avoid prison.
Two cats sleeping
Blue butterfly
Cat feet