#NMAG

[nmagindia]

Best Music School in Kolkata

NMAG India - Your Gateway to the Best Music School in Kolkata" Welcome to NMAG India, where your musical aspirations find their true home. We take immense pride in being your guiding star on the journey to discovering the best music school in Kolkata. At NMAG India, we're dedicated to connecting music enthusiasts with top-notch music education in the vibrant city of Kolkata. With a rich musical heritage and a diverse cultural backdrop, Kolkata offers an incredible environment for nurturing talent, and our platform serves as your compass to navigate this musical landscape. Our mission is to help you discover the perfect music school that aligns with your musical goals and aspirations. Whether you're an aspiring vocalist, instrumentalist, or music producer, we provide valuable insights and recommendations to help you make an informed choice.

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[ghkasa]

New Media Association launched in Accra

The New Media Association marked its official launch on Sunday, January 7th, 2024, with a distinguished gathering of notable figures from the media landscape and the arts and tourism industry. The grand occasion, hosted at Number One Oxford Street Hotel and Suit, saw the stage graced by the expertise of seasoned broadcasters Abeiku Santana and Serwaa Amihere, who served as the masters of…

[stupittmoran]

The state of New Mexico has sued social media giant Meta and its CEO Mark Zuckerberg for “knowingly” exposing children to ‘sexual exploitation and mental health harm.’

In a Tuesday court filing, New Mexico’s Attorney General’s (NMAG) Office revealed that it had conducted an undercover investigation, creating fake accounts of minors which were then used to fish for offending content, according to a press release reported by the Daily Caller.

“Meta and its CEO tell the public that Meta’s social media platforms are safe and good for kids,” reads the lawsuit. “The reality is far different. Meta knowingly exposes children to the twin dangers of sexual exploitation and mental health harm. Meta’s conduct has turned New Mexico children who are on its platforms into victims. Meta’s motive for doing so is profit.”

Meta is accused of allowing Facebook and Instagram to become “a marketplace for predators in search of children upon whom to prey.”

[nyctoaerah]

Your favorite reader has come to stalk you once again my empress 💪💪💪

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[arturkevin10]

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[skwonkk]

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[valeriolanda]

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[sexy-monster-fucker]

Fuck Me Up

NSFW Eddie Brock/Venom x Reader

requested by anon: Eddie/Venom w/ a girl that has serious daddy kink (bc that’s me) Like she accidentally slipped it out and it just turned on Both Eddie and Venom so freakin much but Eddie just don’t want to admit but venom is like a super freak about it that will be nice thanks

requested by anon:  *slips quietly into the ask box with a hoodie pulled down over their face and slips a little note in before quickly running away into the night* 'What if Venom has a daddy and/or breeding kink?' *as you look at the note all you can think is* 'wtf'

requested by anon:  hello 🅱️🅱️ could you do some kinky eddie/venom x reader where the reader has a daddy kink 👁👄👁 oops maybe some ddlg factors in there

warning:  male dom, explicit smut, daddy kink, oral 

Eddie kicked the door shut behind him as he held your waist in his hands.  Your lips were pressed together tightly.  You had been waiting for this all night.  You had went to a nice dinner with Eddie, it was a treat.  It made you feel special to know he cared so much about you.  

Eddie took you there to make you feel like a princess for a night.  The princess he knew you were, at least to him.  He had been craving you all night.  He wanted you more than anything right now.  Even at dinner, all he could think about was getting on top of you.  He watched you eat, wishing you were putting something else in your mouth.  Venom made sure to play into Eddie’s thought.  “Just wait ‘til we take her home,” he placed the thought inside Eddie’s mind.  He had already been thinking about you, but the monster amplified his feelings.  It took everything in him to keep from growing stiff at dinner.  The little dress you wore only encouraged him more.  Your breasts hung out and your ass was very visible.  Every curve could be seen, nothing was hidden.  It made him more territorial of you tonight.  He could feel Venom stewing inside him anytime any male even slightly looked at you.  Even if it was the waiter asking you for your order, he was angry.  You were his, not anyone else’s.  He only wanted his eyes on you.  He knew he was being dramatic, but that did not matter when Venom got involved.  “We will show her who she belongs to very soon,” he hissed in the back of Eddie’s mind.

He held onto the back of your neck tight, his lips pressing even more firmly against yours.  He had you pinned against the wall next to the door.  He ran a hand down your backside, grabbing your ass and squeezing it.  You moaned at his touch.  Eddie purred at your sound, “Tell me, princess.  Who did you go and get all dressed up for tonight?”  You smiled through his kisses, “You, Ed.”  He grinned, “Oh?  Little ole me?  Is that so?”  Eddie bit his lip.  He ran his hand up your dress, stopping at your soaking opening.  “Oh, God.  Already so worked up, little girl?  I did not know I had this kind of affect on you,” his mouth hung open.  He stuck two thick fingers inside you and began thrusting.  Your head fell back against the wall.  “Damn, you’re so tight,” Eddie growled.  

Eddie nipped at your neck, “Now... tell me, who is it that you belong to?”  Your breath was escaping you.  His fingers pumping inside you had your mind spinning.  “You, daddy,” you spit out.  Eddie’s motions stopped and he pulled his lips from your neck.  His eyes looked into yours, “What did you just call me?”  You felt your cheeks fill with your embarrassment.  “I-I-I’m sorry... I-It just slipped out... I-I-I,” you muttered under your breath.  “Say it again,” Eddie whispered breathlessly.  You bit your lip and whispered, “Daddy.”  Eddie breathed out quickly.  His expression was serious.  “Holy fuck.  You have no idea how much that turns me on,” he whispered.  His breathing became heavy.  A new sensation of running through him.  He felt more dominant than ever.  You were his, and you admitted it.  He placed a firm hand on your neck, “So, you’re daddy’s little girl, eh?  Never thought you’d call me that.  But, God, I am happy you did.”  His hand felt so good on your neck.  He was being so dominant.  You wanted him now more than ever.

Suddenly you felt something crawling up your leg.  “So, we’ve got a new nickname,” Venom growled in your ear.  Eddie’s attention did not leave you even with the arrival of Venom.  Venom wrapped himself around you, making his way under your dress and feeling you.  You shivered at his touch.  Eddie cupped your cheek in his hand, “Oh, the things I am going to do to you tonight.  You have no idea what you’ve done to me now.”  He pressed his lips back to yours, sloppily.  “Daddy’s gonna take real good care of you,” he mumbled.  In a swift motion, he picked you up and began carrying you to the bedroom.  Venom stared at you the entire way, his arousal very apparent.  Eddie laid you on the bed gently.  You looked up at him.  He rubbed his hands together as he stood looking over you.  He bunched up your dress, revealing your lace panties.  He quickly pulled them off, throwing them to the floor.  He leaned down and placed a tender kiss against your lips, “How would daddy’s girl feel if he worked a little magic before fully going in?”  You shook your head in agreement.  “That’s what I like to hear,” he groaned.  He knelt down in front of your opening.  He placed your legs on each shoulder.  He pressed his face between them, licking up your slit.  You threw your head back in pleasure, moaning his name.  Eddie bit his lip, “Now, now.  What is my actual name?”  You moaned, “Daddy.”   “That’s more like it,” he growled.  He pressed his face deeper between your legs, his touch began making circles on your clit.  You gripped the sheets below you, balling them up in your hand.  You called out to him, making sure to call him the thing he wanted to be called.  He moved his attention to your inner thigh, kissing and biting it.  He shoved three hefty fingers inside you, pumping them fast.  “Fuck, daddy,” you could feel yourself getting close to the edge. 

Eddie promptly pulled his fingers out of you, standing up.  You whined at his sudden movement.  “Bratty little girl, aren’t you?  Don’t worry, daddy is about to give you the thing you’ve been wanting,” he purred above you.  He pulled his pants down, revealing his member being contained by his boxers.  You bit your lip in anticipation.  He slowly pulled his boxers down, teasing you.  When he finally revealed his long, hard cock you groaned at the site.  You could feel yourself quivering at the site of him.  You suddenly felt Venom wrap himself around you neck, “Now then, tell us what you want us to do to you.”  You moaned, “Fuck me.”  Venom licked your neck, “Who do you want to fuck you, baby girl?”  You groaned.  Eddie grabbed both your wrists and pinned them above your head.  His cock was resting at your opening, one thrust and he’d be inside.  Eddie looked you in the eyes, “You heard him.  We don’t know who you want to fuck you unless you tell us.”  You licked your lips, “You, daddy.  I want you to fuck me.”  Venom growled in your ear, “Good girl.”  

With one swift motion, Eddie’s cock was inside you.  You screamed out in euphoria.  It was music to Eddie and Venom’s ears.  “Fuck.  Daddy’s little princess knows exactly what he wants to hear,” Eddie moaned.  He thrusted inside you, keeping a steady pace.  Venom kept his grip on your neck, now also holding your wrists above your head.  Eddie held your hips in his large hands.  “Faster, daddy,” you called out.  Eddie smiled, “As you wish.”  He picked up the pace, pounding into you now.  You could feel your orgasm approaching, but you did not want to finish until you knew Eddie would allow it.  “D-Daddy, I-I’m real close.  Do I-I have you-your permission,” you asked.  “Of course, baby.  Cum for me,” he purred.  Your orgasm ripped through you.  Your entire body was tingling from the sensation.  Eddie soon followed after you.  He finished inside you, making sure to fill you up. 

Eddie laid down beside you, pulling you into his arms.  He kissed you on the head, “Daddy’s girl.”  You giggled, “Always.”  

~~~

End

~~

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[nmagindia]

Discover excellence in musical education at NMAG INDIA, Kolkata's best music school. Elevate your passion for music with world-class faculty, state-of-the-art facilities, and performance opportunities. Enroll now and be part of the musical legacy.

[hakimbe]

A few weeks back, Chris Jonas of Littleglobe and I were resident artists at the New Mexico Association of Grantmakers Joint Conference at Santa Ana Pueblo USA. We provided a space for reflection throughout the conference to document our collective dialogue and growth over the course of the two days … this multimedia mirror is the resultant capture. If you were with us, we pray this is an accurate representation (however non-comprehensive) of our time together … and if you were not able to be with us … please climb through this open window ... into our shared heart.

- hb

[takarotolvaj]

 Szóval az elmúlt két hétben nagyon-nagyon el voltam fáradva, és semmihez, de tényleg semmihez nem volt kedvem, de azért szerencsére történtek jó dolgok is, és asszem, rám is fér, hogy összegyűjtsem őket. 

 - sikerült eljutnom legalább heti 1x edzeni, ami még mindig nem heti 2, de pont eggyel több mint a nulla

 - voltam Katonában húgommal, aztán sikerült jegyet venni áprilisra az Ithakára is

 - miután nem sikerült egyedül elintéznem a pesti laborvizsgálatot, sógornőm tök cuki volt, utánajárt és kiügyeskedte, hogy megcsinálják kövi hónapban

 - rááldoztam sok energiám, hogy rettenetes wattpad-sztorikat olvasgassak és segítő kritikákat fogalmazzak meg (ez nem tudom, megtérül-e, de just for fun el vagyok vele, legalább csinálok valamit)

 - uh, leadtam a jelentkezést záróvizsgára, so close a vége!!

 - életem -hopefully- utolsó magyaros szemináriumán ott volt mindenki, és jó volt, kicsit mintha egy osztálytalálkozó lett volna régi ismikkel (néha hiányzik az egyetem)

 - mióta megdumáltam az angolos mentorommal, hogy tartson ő is órákat, jobban megy a kevesebb, amit csinálok, többnyire nem elviselhetetlenek

 - egy hónap után újra tanítottam főmentorom csoportját, és megdicsért, hogy sokkal szuperebben megy, mint előtte - nem is mondott végül javítanivalót, ami eddig nem fordult elő!

 - önmagában büszke vagyok rá, hogy végignyomtam Csokonait és nem akartam leszúrni magam közben, csak most már lassan így Berzsenyi végén, de már csak két óra a téma és pápá

 - voltam konzultálni, és konzulensem nem akart szerencsére leszidni, amiért nem tartok sehol a szakdogámmal, (nem mintha mást vártam volna tőle, nem véletlenül választottam), bár most kaptam két napot, hogy küldjek neki valami értékelhetőt, nem tudom, mi lesz ebből

 - jaj, bővül a család, és pont úgy, hogy lehet majd a gyermeknek venni cuki karácsonyi manós ruhácskát meg ilyenek!!

 - voltam kávézni húgommal, és egy fél éve először most semmi, de semmi negatív érzés nem volt bennem, nagyon jól eldumcsiztunk és tök jól éreztük magunkat 

 - karácsony óta először késznek érzem rá magam, hogy hazalátogassak a szüleimhez

 - Wreck it Ralph kettő

Thats all és jön a tavasz!!!!!!!!!

[szivritmuszivatar]

A múlt ismétli önmagát, megint elveszítettem egy barátot egy ribanc miatt

[holdkrom]

Szenderek 30.

Másnap Edit vendégeket várt ebédre. A hozzávalókat a közeli piacon szándékozott megvenni, így hát újult erővel, hangosan kopogtatva lépkedett a verőfényes napsütésben száradozó kövezeten.  Érdekes módon a termelői piacok jelentősége megnőtt az Esemény után. Ez a jelenség nem volt törvényszerű és triviális, hiszen a kiskereskedelmi hálózatok egy része is túlélte a lakosság megtizedelődését és csökkentett alapterületen és bolt számmal ugyan, de továbbra is kiszolgálták az immár csak mérsékelten fogyasztói társadalmat. A mérsékelt fogyasztás nem csupán a vásárlások volumenében nyilvánult meg, hanem a hagyományos piacgazdaság átalakulásában is.

Az Eseményt követően a túlélőkön eluralkodott a pánik. Forgatókönyvszerűen indult meg az áruházak kifosztása szinte az egész világon. A kiskereskedelmi láncoknak nem volt elég ideje és kapacitása, hogy a boltok őrzését megszervezzék, és természetesen a rendőrség maradékának is éppen elég dolga akadt a sokszor gazdátlanul maradt polcok védelmén túlmenően is. A randalírozásoknak és rabló hadjáratoknak azután az Országos Helyreállító és Újraindító Testület, az OHUT által újraszervezett katonaság vetett véget. A rend néhány hét alatt helyreállt és a kereskedelem működése állami szabályozással és a termékellátás OHUT általi felügyeletével újraindult. A központi szabályozás és árképzés elkerülhetetlen volt, már önmagában csak a felhalmozódott raktárkészletek és a hirtelen rendkívül túlméretezetté vált logisztikai rendszerek miatt is. Az árucikkek egy széles köre teljesen ingyen került a polcokra, valamint különböző közterületeken elhelyezett standokra. Bizonyos értelemben a megvalósult kommunizmusra emlékeztető állapotok alakultak ki az országban. 

A termelői piacok üde oázist jelentettek a központi szabályozás égisze alatt működő bolthálózatok monoton polctengerében. Itt elsősorban élelmiszert, természetes alapanyagokat és kézműves termékeket lehetett kapni, a termelők által kikalkulált, valamint a vásárlók által kialkudott áron. Edit szerette a piacot, már önmagában csak a “piacozás” élménye is megért volna számára egy kisebb összeget. Sokszor olyan élelmiszereket is vásárolt itt, amelyek a boltokban ingyen is hozzáférhetőek lettek volna.

- Elnézést, mennyi a keserűburgonya? Nem látom kiírva. - érdeklődött az egyik standnál.

- Jaj, de ki van írva aranyom, csak arrébb csúszott a táblácska, nézze csak! - válaszolta egy gömbölyű, pirospozsgás asszonyság háromszor akkora hangerővel, mint amekkora indokolt lett volna, miközben a keserűburgonyával megtévesztő hasonlóságot mutató ujjaival ügyetlenül arrébb tolt egy kézzel készített táblácskát a rekeszek előtt.

- 12 PES egy kiló? - ingatta fejét méltatlankodva Edit. 

- Hát ha ez nem elég jó magácskának, akkor kitalálhatunk egy kölcsönösen előnyös megoldást! Nem akar hozzá még egy kis olajgombát? Úgyse’ lehet a keserűkrumplit sehogy se olajgomba nélkül elkészíteni, és akkor tessék 14 PES-ért odaadom ezt a tövet is a krumpli mellé. Nézze milyen harmatos!

- Meg padlizsánt is szeretnék! Van itt valahol? - kérdezte Edit, de padlizsán az itt nem volt, hanem csak a szomszédos pultnál, Stefán bácsinál. 

Edit ismerte és kedvelte az öreget és a kutyáját, Pennyt. A bácsi minden alkalommal hangosan udvarolt neki, ami nyilván a piaci marketing stratégia részét képezte, de ő rendszerint azért jókat kacagott a kedves bókokon.

- Üdvözlöm kisasszony, végre megint látom, hát vagy két hete nem jött már mifelénk, kezdtünk is aggódni Pennyvel, hogy biztosan elhagyott minket és örökre szépség nélkül maradunk! - a skót juhászkutya állát két mancsa között, a földön pihentette és csak a szemét forgatta, amikor Edit megérkezett a stand elé.

- Ó, csak egy kis influenza, azért nem tudtam jönni múlt héten. - magyarázta a  nő. - de már jól vagyok. Padlizsán kellene!

- No, hát a kisasszonynak azonnal a legszebb padlizsánt válogatom ki, nyugodt lehet. Nézze csak milyen jól passzol a padlizsán színe a gyönyörű lila ingéhez! Mennyi kellene?

- Három darab elég lesz.

- Azonnal! Ha megengedi, csak olyanokat választok, amelyek harmonizálnak a ruhájával. Viszont akkor a szép barna szemeihez is  kell vásárolnia valamit! Például nézze milyen első osztályú gesztenyém van kérem! Persze fakó hamisítványok csupán a kisasszony tekintetéhez mérten, de mégiscsak ezek igyekeztek leginkább a hasonlósági versenyben. - forgatta a gesztenyéket a nap sugarainak fényredőiben az  ősz hajú Stefán bácsi.

Edit már kacagott és megvette a padlizsánt és a gesztenyét is, azután még a ajkain csillogó rúzshoz is kapott egy “színben illeszkedő” grátisz füstölt lazacot, aminek az illatára már Penny is talpra szökkent és szorgalmasan csóválni kezdte a farkát, miközben szinte mosolyogva nézett a nőre, aki nem tudott semmit a kutya gazdájáról azon túlmenően, hogy elmúlt már 70 éves és minden hétvégén vagy 80 kilométer távolságból hozta fel a városba a portékáját egy kis tengerparti faluból, Vinnportból. Edit szerette a piaci kofák, kereskedők társaságát és bár tudta, hogy Stefán bácsi kedvessége biztosan a vásári praktika és cirkusz része is valamelyest, de mégis végtelenül természetesnek hatott és igazság szerint nagyon jólesett neki. Teli kosárral távozott a piacról, cipője sarkával boldogan kopogtatva a felszáradt kövezetet.

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Bi zarim neg humuust uneheer heregtei bga bololtoi ted nadruu zalgaj, yrij, duudna. unndee bi ochmoor bgach zorilgo, mungu nmag hazaarlana. Toxic uu Tohiromjgui yu medeg yum alga. Uuliin tsaana l yu bgaag bi medmeer bna. Uulen deer l yu bgag harmaar bna.

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Magazine Logo and Target Audience

For my magazine, I must come up with a name, design a logo, and come up with my suited target audience. For general logo design, I looked at the logos for the five magazines I had researched earlier: Empire, SFX, Entertainment Weekly, Total Film, and Little White Lies.

I personally really like the design and aesthetic of Empire’s logo. The tall, bold, simple but quirky and unique font really sells the look of the magazine. From the stylisation of the R to the unique and angular M, the name really pops out in the form of this font. I like the italicisation of SFX’s logo, and it’s fond it quite styled and curved too, but I think it goes too far for me personally, particularly with the over-the-top 3D effect. Though, it definitely makes the logo stand out and look different.

Whilst I like the boldness of Entertainment Weekly and Total Film’s logos, I think one word being inside another makes the smaller work easy to miss, I only noticed on looking back on the logo that “weekly” is even in the logo. And I think, other than this, Entertainment Weekly’s font is rather generic and easy to glance past, It doesn’t really stand out. I think this is not the case for Total Film’s logo, but there is a problem when the only word you can really initially see is “Film”. Little White Lies’ logo is good but I think it is really excelled by the white circle it is in, and it would look rather generic otherwise.

Keeping this research in mind, I started working on drafts for my logo.

The name I’d come up with was “NMag”, short for “Nerd Magazine”, to humourously belittle people who read film magazines. I trialled two fonts to display this name; Dance Regular and Made Tommy. I thought the font looked good, but it needed something more to make it “pop”. So I kept SFX’s italic font in mind and decided to highlight the N, so I rotated it at a 45-degree angle. I had originally rotated it the other way, but oddly it looked more like a “Z” in that version. I was pleased with this rendition and trialled it in both fonts and with alternative capitalisation. However, it was said to me that the name “NMag” may come with unintended racial connotations, so it would be best for me to change the name. I opted for the more full name “NerdMag” to avoid ambiguity.

I’d initially tried different fonts and non-allcaps type for this new name, until I decided to bring back the rotated N from the old logos, and I thought this had indeed looked good. I was pleased with this look and took the final design into the colouring stage.

Seeing as most magazine logos are laid atop images, I thought it’d make sense to colour the logo white, so I applied a grey background. I experimented with colouring the N a different colour to accentuate it more, and I also played around with strokes. I think where I applied too many colours it seemed to fail, so I balanced it and arrived at a result I was happy with.

I then did a target audience study profile, picking a young-ish local man with money to spare as an example of who I’d be selling the magazine to.

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Chris Jonas, of LittleGlobe, and I were given a tremendous opportunity to be a mirror to the magic that is happening at the New Mexico Association of Grantmakers Joint Conference 2017 (@ Santa Ana Pueblo, USA). In this “Pop Up Conference Residency” (as my creative partner C.J. called it), we are serving as resident artist for a “deep listening” exercise at the two-day conference, collecting video footage and conversations about philanthropy that will be reflected back to the participants at the end of their time together in a multimedia, poetic performance. We’ll let you know how it goes...

View the video of the plenary performance of the Conference Poem here. (Text below)

Follow us on Twitter & Instagram at #CollabNM and #wdygwyg

and on Facebook at the conference event page here.

Listen to audio of me reading The Care Economy here https://hakimbe.bandcamp.com/track/the-care-economy

The Care Economy for New Mexico Association of Grantmakers

by hakim bellamy

“Every great moral and spiritual tradition points to the truth that in the giving of self lies the discovery of a deeper self. When the happiness, security and well-being of others become real to us, we come into our own. Creativity, meaning, resilience, health and even longevity can be enhanced as a surprising byproduct of contributing to the lives of others. This is perennial wisdom, and science now says it is so.” - Dr. Stephen Post (Author of Why Good Things Happen To Good People)

“The Journal of Economic Psychology, found that donating to charity may actually improve a giver’s physical and emotional well being. The study also suggested a link between increases in charitable tax subsidies, which have been found to spur giving, and improvements in people’s perceptions of their own health. (Perception of health tends to be a good indicator of future health-care use and mortality rates.) - Wall Street Journal on the research of Baris K. Yörük, an associate professor of economics at the University at Albany-SUNY

For generations we’ve been trying to fill the holes inside of us and our society with money.

To tender the chasm between the haves and the have nots.

To balance the injustice teetering on the backs of our history..

To reach that ever so elusive number that will one day make everyone, won.

If equity had a price tag we would have paid it all ready, plus tip. If humanity was currency there is more than enough capital in this room to cover the spread.

We give for a living, to people, places and things for whom opportunity might as well be a foreign language.

Philanthropy has been referred to by theologians and academicians alike as the moral likeness of G_d.

And I’m the wrong person to ask about all that, but I do know that there is a higher something that don’t speak in burning bushes no more but instead uses people to do its bidding and its blessing.

To make miracles of each other.

Cashed in our fortune for feathers so we can be someone's angel investor when they’re at their most desperate.

And even though we give and give and give in a world that seems to only measure our “commitment” in dollars and cents The size of our hearts gift wrapped in year-end reports and 990s

When our theory of change is evidence- based, upon the number of smiles on the faces of the most vulnerable members of our most vulnerable families…

We measure success By the diameter of hugs, handshakes and high fives By the volume of laughter per capita By the distance to our dreams and by our honest assessment of each and every human in our care’s ability to reach them.

Because intergenerational prosperity is a “thing” too.

The measure of a society is how we care … and who we care for.

And who we don’t care for tells us a lot about ourselves. But remember that one time…? We made a promise to stop caring so much about currency and made care our currency. made service our gold standard because the ups and downs of our community deserve our attention more so than how much the market can bear the bull.

Where our accountability to each other matches or exceeds our accountability to shareholders so much so, that even the accountants count’em.

Where friend-raising is just as strategic as fundraising for the fight.

Where “Phil” Is short for Phillip, philanthropy and “fill our cups.”

Where “w.ealth” and “h.ealth” are nothing more than an initial                                                  or letter of inquiry apart.

Where the highway to heaven, Is more of a staircase to prosperity, hewn by wingless angels just trying to make a halo out of fifteen cents.*

Where we are no longer just looking at the need but looking, for the cause.

Where we may give a fraction of our possessions, but we unequivocally give all of ourselves.

Where the first thing that comes to mind when we hear the word “compensation” is Ralph Waldo Emerson.**

When we wake up every morning to make a living, for someone else, someone who doesn’t share our home, language, religion, gender, skin color, sexual orientation, age, ability, nationality, opposable thumb, or last name ...

Where we actually make a life, for one another … because the only life worth living is one worth sharing.

Or as George Eliot said best... “What do we live for, if it is not to make life less difficult for each other?”

© Hakim Bellamy April 26th, 2017

* “Every charitable act is a stepping stone towards heaven.” - Henry Ward Beecher ** “It is one of the beautiful compensations of life that no man can sincerely help another without helping himself.” Ralph Waldo Emerson