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This was recorded live on scene at Wolverine Farm Bookstore in Fort Collins, Colorado during the launch of Natalie Giarratano’s book. Natalie is a poet, a prolific writer and a thinker with a heart for social justice. Find out more about Natalie and her work. Support independent thinkers and writers; they are the conscience of
Sometimes our best intentions are sideswiped by reality’s imposition. I say this because today I was supposed to dedicate the entire day to music and had a mission of airing a Ghion cast to discuss the profound impact that music has on all our lives. Ah but lady serendipity had other plans as a chance
I’m going to share with you a frustration that once used to confound me the way that conjugating complete sentences used to flummox Sara Palin. About seven years ago, what seems like another lifetime, I started a website called Brown Condor. This website was dedicated to highlighting Ethiopian heritage and infusing it with the “African-American”
Not too long ago, I found myself in the midst of hopelessness. What I took for granted for years all the sudden yanked away, I went from upper middle-class privilege to a life of hard knocks and indigence. It was an existential dilemma I was facing, what to do going forward and how to make
Let’s just say I’ve been doing a lot of reflecting lately. Not too long ago, I thought I knew how to gauge success. It was easy really, success was tangible and quantifiable. Success was based on attaining an MBA at Hopkins or getting a promotion at Booz Allen or attaining some credential or another. But
Imagine there is a village of 100 people. In this village, these 100 people have 100 different trades they practice, one is a carpenter, another is a shepherd, the other is a fisher, another is a farmer, and another yet is a stone cutter. All 100 people have their God given talents. Now, in this
Ghion Journal, and affiliated Ghion Cast, is an audacious dream being turned into reality. After my plunge into the abyss, injustice is no longer a theory; I see now that injustice is a pernicious germ that infects humanity without regard to the labels we append to one another. As a student of Mass Communications with
Blessings come through unexpected tribulations. Life truly is a binary, happiness and sadness cannot exist on their own any more than can light exist without darkness. This is what makes life at once magical and tumultuous; it’s like the most wonderful enigma built on the pillars of uncertainty and clarity. It is with this binary
The saddest thing about the social media age is that we are feeding into each other’s echo chamber. The whole technology is based on group think; algorithms shepherding likeminded sheep to bleat along with our blathering. 7,700,000,000 in this world yet we are being trained to follow those whose outlook and ideology is absolutely in
It seems too much at times; the brokenness of the world over and over again bays at me like a thousand wolves inducing sadness in my heart. Perhaps it’s all about perspective, the inequities I once paid lip service to and concurrently ignored is being made evident before me in spectacular high definition reality. I
