Author: Aaron Hall

Roy

  “But that God is not among you. He’s outside, in the empty night, in the darkness, in the snow that falls inside the hearts of outcasts.” -Ka of “Snow” by Orhan Pamuk In the freezing wind I saw a city trashcan with its top hanging off to the side.  As I passed it, a strange thought entered my mind.  I imagined someone curled up, hiding in it, surviving, alive, dead, or maybe the body was put there.  Should I check to see?  I turned around, carefully walked back to the can, and peered into its depths.  Just a...

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Getting to Know the Expectant Aaron

  Damulira Aaron.  My name is a combination, one from my birth father and one from folks in Jjokelera, Uganda. Damulira. That name included me into another family, into a very different culture, where some very loving friends welcomed us with rare abandon.  I pray their character never leaves my heart. When I was a little boy, my dreams were to stop the poaching of endangered species, clean up oil spills, travel the world, defy gravity, dance, sing, and change the world.  Today, I have not lost my sense for environmental justice.  I’ve also had the privilege of traveling...

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Nyctophobia

Standing still will not get me anywhere. Reluctant to make decisions, work on projects, or even keeping in touch with people, I feel these as symptoms of fear. I’m not afraid of movement itself, or success, or even what people may think of my progress in life. Rather, the waves I create when I move through this life, seem to paralyze me. I know I was made to make waves, swim, but I’m ‘floating on’ like a Modest Mouse. Yes, fear of uncertainty ahead; fear of the dark. I do see that I can’t eradicate stiffness just by moving,...

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Turbulence

The last month was turbulent. A summary: new amazing friend from Lebanon, new girlfriend, car accident, insurance dispute, lost car title, car totaled, best friend married in Annapolis, MD, being a best man, being bit by the dog who lives upstairs, and tomorrow I move into a new apartment. During all these twists and turns I had no doubt that a larger and more powerful force of love was at work. Yet, I found my self stumbling, somersaulting, and landing on my face several times before the reality of life and all her fury. Even my friends seem surprised...

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I Am So Selfish. A Confession.

Joseph and I ran into eachother again. Joseph is an African-American, tall, lanky, and very energetic for his fifties. I helped him with food a few months ago outside of church. This time he was peddling for change in Westport, a district known for bars and nightlife. As we talked, walked and discussed music, local businesses, personal history, I realzed how genuine Joseph is. With tears in his eyes he told me of church people who loved him well and really took care of him. He told me about a man who let Joseph stay at his house for...

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