Wednesday, November 30, 2016
I'm thinking about community
what it means to be part of one
how one defines their own
I read this
its a good read. it asks questions and indicates directions to focus on.
Tuesday, November 22, 2016
"We study history. Those of us who glamorize the great old days without acknowledging on whose backs that greatness was achieved do a disservice to the present and the future. And for those of us fighting for justice, there are several playbooks and source code repositories left behind by abolitionists, trade unionists, feminists, artists, prisoners, and more. History is not a circle, but more probably a spiral, in which we revisit similar but not exact coordinates from the past. We should revisit that past and prepare for the troubling times ahead."
Monday, November 14, 2016
I have been entangled in recent events for months now
since Tuesday I have been sick, raging, sad, disappointed, sleepless and bleak.
A kind of grim hurricane
So much was lost. It hurts.
I think its hooks are out for the moment and I'm trying not to get dragged back in
Today was a little better and I'm trying to choose the things that put me back into myself again.
I sent off a volunteer form to the Nature Conservancy. I find the woods to be healing to my spirit.
I think I will go to one of the local preserves on Sunday
Pride and Prejudice helped last night and so did the second vol of the Neapolitan Series
I hope to sleep tonight so now I will go and do some yoga
Friday, October 21, 2016
Distance has no meaning in the desert-not if the rider knows the way of things, the points of similarity between this and that, the places where the sky can fold.
In the Desert Like a Bone
I like the idea of a sky folding...
In the Desert Like a Bone
Tuesday, October 18, 2016
Monday, October 17, 2016
"i come away with that thought, how making, known or unknown, makes the antidotes...." ~ grace
I've been spending some time Making lately, Making time to Make stuff.
expanding my vocabulary,
exploring and experimenting, as I do...
a different form of medicine
good for what ails me
Sunday, October 16, 2016
Preferring the pines and oaks, they got to the maples last, leaving bits of the leaves behind.
My little Japanese maple is making the most of its shreds of finery.
I seem to be trying to go in forty different directions at once. I never am sure of where to start, everything seems equally important. There are some changes looming ahead and I want to meet them on my terms. I just wish I had a better description of what those terms are. Its hard to trust that this will sort itself out if I can just trust the process of sorting it out.
Wednesday, September 21, 2016
|early autumn grape leaf|
|spider on button bush|
I withdraw, I medicate, I lose touch.
|fungus and lichen, oak stump|
and that is sad too.
|eastward long view|
|last of the lilies|
Sometimes that can take years.
|wild aster in the poison ivy|
Sometimes that can take years too.
Wednesday, February 3, 2016
Looking again at Tribes and Icons
trying to understand their stories, who they are