We stand because we care, not because we may win.
Standing tall: No guarantees
Why Staying Woke Matters in Today’s World
by increasing our understanding as an opportunity for empathy and tolerance, we can make our corner of this world a better place.
Reviving Liberty’s Flame: A Call for Order
Truth is often that small.
Is Empathy a Strength or Weakness Today?
Empathy isn’t acceptance of things you don’t agree with. Empathy doesn’t require you to give up any position you might otherwise have.
Salus Populi: The True Cost of US Austerity Measures
And if you are tempted to the thought that this is all too far away, that it doesn’t or won’t affect you, I ask you to think again. They also say that ‘when the US sneezes the world catches a cold’!
Sophie Scholl and the Power of Small Voices
“Finally, someone has to make a start. We only said and wrote what many people think. They just don’t dare to express it.”
Silence and the Struggle for Authenticity
A few weeks ago, I wrote a poem called Silence Gives Consent (Qui tacet consentire videtur). It reminded me of an inner struggle that I still feel about using my ‘voice’ for good. Those who know my history know well that, in years gone by, I was a prolific writer for the cause I fought … Continue reading Silence and the Struggle for Authenticity
Chaos and Darkness: The Rise of Fear-Based Leadership
Chaos reigns in darkness And fear does its bidding It weakens foundations, eroding trust Henchmen under cover of night Silently beheading. Its aim is not to salve nor save But to make in its own image. It seeks a Godlike power to wield To draw from the rubble of its own making The obedience of … Continue reading Chaos and Darkness: The Rise of Fear-Based Leadership
Qui tacet consentire videtur
(Silence gives consent) I opened my mouth to speak, Like so many times before. Words formed in my head But nothing came out. Like the chrysalis' struggle to be free To take flight on gossamer wings Only to be taken by a blackbird On thieving wing. And I thought... How many times? How many times … Continue reading Qui tacet consentire videtur
Once the fog is gone.
Strange shadows folding, drifting on a chilled blanket.As if it ever was thus. Emotions folding, too. Swaying. Sometimes almost imperceptible. At other times, like a torrent, paralysing the will. It is only for a time; for a season. As the first buds of spring build to a crescendo of colour, this mist will rise. And … Continue reading Once the fog is gone.
Paul Russell: Musings 