Lisa Bradshaw

The birds they sang At the break of day Start again I heard them say Don't dwell on what Has passed away Or what is yet to be Yeah the wars they will Be fought again The holy dove She will be caught again Bought and sold And bought again The dove is never free Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack, a crack in everything That's how the light gets in We asked for signs The signs were sent The birth betrayed The marriage spent Yeah the widowhood Of every government Signs for all to see I can't run no more With that lawless crowd While the killers in high places Say their prayers out loud But they've summoned, they've summoned up A thundercloud And they're going to hear from me Ring the bells that still ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack, a crack in everything That's how the light gets in You can add up the parts You won't have the sum You can strike up the march There is no drum Every heart, every heart To love will come But like a refugee Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack, a crack in everything That's how the light gets in That's how the light gets in That's how the light gets in

Good morning. We woke up today feeling hopeful for cracks in the ICE, in all the darkness, that will let in the light.

From Leonard Cohen’s Anthem:

Happy 4th of July, Batman.

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Multiple dimensions of a palliative care encounter. Palliative care is complex care!

If you say you love freedom but you don’t believe freedom is for everybody, then the thing you love isn’t freedom. It’s privilege.

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Everything he touches goes bankrupt.

It’s plain for all to see.

I was just talking about you to a friend today whose daughter is struggling with mental illness and is hospitalized right now. Her daughter has been writing poetry and I told her about you. You are a source of inspiration to so many people. Your poetry is so beautiful, I am thankful for you 💕

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Distress at dawn: Otter Cliffs, Acadia National Park
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The Healers You can hear them moving among the ruins, hear them by their silence in the noisy crowds. You can see them, opening their little bags, opening the shrapneled hearts of strangers, crouching before the body of a child to lean down and whisper her a story, a story in which what's happening is not what's happening. They mend; they stitch; they carry. They work; they weep; they lose. And when nothing can be done among the rubble, they kneel there as the fires fall around them and they cradle the face of the dying, the life that is trying to speak to them, the life that whispers, listen, and they do. —Joseph Fasano

for the healers working among the destroyers 🖤

Demi Moore losing to Mikey Madison should be a post-credits scene to The Substance.

So glad you are still here!

As a kid watching Red Dawn in the 80s, I definitely though the Russian takeover of the US would involve at least *some* tanks

The Nickel Boys