#bleached bones

Roots of the past.

Sun on the sand. You walk through the desert. Endless dunes that roll and crash like waves and a harsh blistering wind to roll them. Each step upon the grains is like a brand, for above that fiery spirit looks upon the face of the earth will all the light he can muster, and all the distance the world can bear. You have been so cold, for so long, that the warmth of the desert is a relief. No matter that the soles of your feet burn on the sand, no matter that your clothes are soaked in sweat. It is blessed relief to once again feel warm. Cast off your clothes, dance naked across the desert. Your skin will be burned a rosy red with light. At last you cast yourself down, basking in the rays.

He's going to be a. Heartbroken that Shen Yuan can't come down anymore b. Furious that Shen Yuan didn't tell him that he'd have to leave, and c. Both, at the same time.

Julius Garvey: Pardon my father, Mr. President

(CNN)If you have been following the news for the last year, you have undoubtedly read much about the activities and purview of the FBI. For me, the role of the bureau in the lives of Americans has special resonance.

To elaborate, I’d like to introduce you to my father.

In 1965, Martin Luther King Jr. visited Jamaica, where Marcus Garvey is enshrined as the country’s first national…

Discovery of the day:

The Slates - Bleached Bones