I thirst and hunger for Something else, for Someone else. My Heavenly Mother? And so I pause. I meditate. I wonder what it means to
Blogger Lavender writes, “As a human, my roots are from my mother. Everyone’s roots start within their mother. I forgot how beautifully common that is.”
Again I pull at the center and exhale.
The center reveals why all the
Aaronic priesthood choirs
Bars of chocolate
Primary
I feel God in every fiber of my being.
When I sit on the forest floor.
When I meditate on my ancestors.
April is National Poetry Month and I didn’t want this month to get by without sharing some new-to-me poetry by Joseph Smith.
Whether you come whole or in pieces
your offering is needed..
How can women be full partners
when men will not promote them from associates?
How can women organize
when men must authorize
[Hope] is not a diversion from sorrow
But the transformation of
Grief fully formed and felt.
Guest Post by Anonymous. Anonymous is a caregiver, philosopher, child development apprentice, writer, and organizer. This post has been inspired by LMA’s A Sampler of
“I thought she said this wasn’t a book of poetry,” I said to myself as I read through the first section of The Mother Tree:
Exponent II provides feminist forums for women and gender minorities across the Mormon spectrum to share their diverse life experiences in an atmosphere of trust and acceptance. Through these exchanges, we strive to create a community to better understand and support each other.
