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February 21, 2011


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This is one of my favorite poems by Naomi Shihab Nye. I have it on my blog. She wrote it for her daughter, actually, as a kind of lesson in kindness. It fits so many occasions, but since She is the daughter of a Palestinian father and an American mother and lived in Ramallah, the old city in Jerusalem during high school, she knows more than many the significance of such kindness. I love the images that you have placed here today to accompany her poem. They are fitting and beautiful. Thank you for this.


Yes, I agree with Noelle, Naomi Shihab Nye's words come alive with your photographs, Rebecca!

Each person we meet is fighting some kind of battle, but poverty is a black hole that has the power to suck a person down to the darkest depths.

Thank you for your compassion. For taking the time to write about our brothers and sisters in Mexico.

I've been working on my shrine~~


Ms. Moon

Kindness is love made visible.


Beautiful beautiful words that match the soft kindness of the faces here.



oh, how i wish i didn't have to lose in order to know, to really know...
this is an extraordinary poem


I love that poem, and you've complimented it perfectly with your poetry. I am grateful for the reminder of kindness --


"Before you know what kindness really is

you must lose things,

feel the future dissolve in a moment

like salt in a weakened broth."

Yes. To know real love, real kindness, we must experience need in ourselves. Your photos tell this story well...

deb @ talk at the table

And is it so ?
Do the ones who have never suffered not really understand? I've always wondered about this.

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