How many cans of tuna do they have to sell?
How many fish do they have to catch?
Does the ocean die we eat -
And will we bear the consequences?
Just take a look, now. Take a look, now.
Do the ethics get swept over
In the frenzy of our busy lives?
These fish cost less than a dollar,
And yet they come from Thailand.
How do we do it? How do we do it?
Will we steward what we’ve been given?
The earth is a gift given of the Lord,
The ocean also is ours to guard.
Will we treasure the beauty of it all?
Will we do it? Will we do it?
Written by Stephanie Sophia
January 25, 2015
Sunday, January 25, 2015
Friday, January 16, 2015
Blue Canopy - January 16, 2015
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I am afraid of graduating.
I am afraid to leave Caronport; I am afraid to leave Moose Jaw.
I am afraid to be close with others.
I am afraid to move to a place and join a team that’s not transient.
I am afraid of commitment.
I am afraid of being known.
I want to be known.
I am afraid of not being known.
I am afraid to love Nancy.
I am afraid to say good-bye.
What am I so afraid of?
I am afraid to be vulnerable.
Why am I afraid to let my guard down?
Why do I need to be so busy?
Why do I feel that every hour needs to be filled with something deep and uber meaningful?
Why can’t I be satisfied?
Am I afraid to be bored?
I would like to be bored. I would like to bored and do nothing.
I would like to have someone to be bored and do nothing with.
I don’t want to discuss philosophy, the Bible, or theology.
I just want to rest.
I don’t want the pressure of having to be good.
I don’t want the pressure of having to be smart.
I don’t want the pressure of having to feel like I have it all together, everything figured out.
I do feel like a lot of things are really lining up, though.
And while I don’t see that changing any time soon, if everyone can look at me and think that I have it all together - not that I do, but sometimes I feel like I might even be able to convince myself - even if the whole world sees me one way, I hope that I can have a friend that I can be bored with.
And in that moment of being bored, I want to let the guards down.
My guards. Not anybody else’s. My guards.
I want to know that it’s OK to be a mess,
by having someone else affirm it for me.
I want to be with someone with whom I can be and just be.
I guess that’s it.
I guess that’s the kind of friend I hope for in Nancy.
I don’t think that’s fair to either of us.
I don’t want to care to impress anyone any more.
I just don’t know how to change that.
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