Audrey

student of the alchemist. moderator of conversations. believer in social justice and civic engagement. supporter of public media that informs, music that heals, and films that change minds.

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Nadiah NfuZion Idris x Via VYNDAL Pantsulas

Alexandra, SOUTH AFRICA

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MYKAL KILGORE 

with Scott Bradlee’s Postmodern Jukebox

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our ancestors are alive in the nature that we see and feel everyday. 

the way the little girl is in conversation with the ocean just moves me.

harmony. we're all searching to get back in harmony with mother earth, our roots and ultimately ourselves.

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RELAX

by Oprah Winfrey

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Alan Watts on life’s journey.

edited by David Lindberg

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Here It Is 2016 by Alice Walker

Here it is the beauty that scares you -so you believe- to death. For he is certainly gorgeous and he is certainly where whiteness to your disbelief has not wandered off to die. No. It is there, tawny skin, gray eyes, a Malcolm-esque jaw. His loyal parents may Goddess bless them sitting proud and happy and no doubt amazed at what they have done. For he is black too. And obviously with a soul made of everything. Try to think bigger than you ever have or had courage enough to do: that blackness is not where whiteness wanders off to die: but that it is like the dark matter between stars and galaxies in the Universe that ultimately holds it all together.

-AW

Three deep bows to a beautiful son.

(posted in July, in response to Jesse Williams' words)

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America.

more on Alix Dobkin.

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the google doodle archive.

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Berlin’s Konzerthaus 14,000 salvaged refugee life vests 

art: Ai Weiwei || photos: Markus Winninghoff and Oliver Lang 

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When someone is so "desperate" to have what they want to have, do what they want to do, or be who they want to be, Audrey, that they'd rather take little, tiny, teensy steps in the direction of their dreams than face one more single day of doing without, I just can't help but open the floodgates. It's perhaps my greatest weakness. We bad,    The Universe

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Kesha, in the words of Lena Dunham.

(artwork: stefania tejada)

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The life and legacy of Joan Trumpauer Mulholland.

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sign of the times.

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art: Mario Salangsang photo: Daniel N. Johnson direction: Sean Carasso

// together.vote

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sign of the times.

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THE TENTH zine

from hugh ryan on npr

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I swear that you've seen me Yes you've seen me here before, before And so don't tell it Don't tell it otherwise This voice, this particular voice Yes you've heard it before, before And so don't you dare tell it Don't you dare tell it otherwise No wonder why the road seems so long Cause I have done it all before And I won You felt this feeling Tell me, don't be ashamed You felt it before, before And so don't tell me Don't tell me otherwise I almost forgot, foolish me I almost forgot, forgot Where I'm from you see the rain Before the rain even starts to rain Before I was born there was a storm Before that storm there was fire Burning everywhere, everywhere And everything became nothing again Then out of nothing Out of absolutely nothing I Benjamin, I was born So that when I become someone one day I'll always remember I came from nothing No wonder why you've been buggering me Cause this walk it's a previous journey And no wonder why the road seem so long Cause I have done it all before And I won I'm sending my condolence I'm sending my condolence to fear I'm sending my condolence I'm sending my condolence to insecurities You should know by now You should know by now that I just don't care For what you might say Might bring someone downhill I'm sending my condolence I'm sending my condolence to fear