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Jul
31st
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Carnivoric vegetable

Carnivoric vegetable

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Drama is a drug.

Yes, that is right. Drama is a drug.

May
18th
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What is at issue here is not culture as a value, as understood by critics of civilization such as Huxle, Jaspers, and Ortega y Gasset, but the necessity for enlightenment to reflect on itself if humanity is not to be totally betrayed. Dialectic of Enlightenment - Horkheimer & Adorno

Jul
19th
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too many options!

nothing makes me feel feel the paralysis of choice more pointedly than the toothpaste aisle in my grocery. good lord!

Jun
24th
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it is sometimes the curse and the blessing of the poet to perceive without yet being able to order those perceptions, and that is another name for chaos.
but of course it is out of chaos that new worlds are born.
— audre lorde
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off the table

what happens when you take all limits away?

whether it be ethics, morality, self-imposed limitations or external pressures shaping us - what happens when those are gone. myths and rules, both comfortable and terrible, cease to speak.

what springs up? what do we create in that space? how do we see, and explain, both ourselves and others?

what else is there, anyway?

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possible

breathing in i calm my body | breathing out I smile

What happens between?

I am impatient. I want. I want to see what happens, then I want to see what happens next. I want to feel, and then feel more.

I am learning to be in the space between, to lose myself in the moment that is, now, instead of thrusting into the next act, event, or possibility.

The most creativity, anticipation, sensation, vision, enjoyment - They all happen in the space between. That is where potential lives.

Jun
22nd
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She is not yet ready for her closeup.

Jun
7th
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3 legged dog

While riding my bike today I saw a lil’ old man, walking his lil’ old three-legged dog with attention and devotion. It touched me to see the dog bounding through the grass.  Later, I thought of this snippet:

Help me to love the small, the damaged, the three-legged dog, without sorrow.

I think of that phrase often.  How do you love as is, without sorrow?

Takes practice.

“Heal my impatient heart
which burns within me like a canker.
Teach me not to be annoyed
by faults which buzz
in my ears as loudly as mosquito wings.
Help me to love the small, the damaged,
the three-legged dog, without sorrow.
Fill me with understanding
as a pear tree fills with wind—
Touch my leaves,let my blooms shake down
and cover those I love with love.”

- Book of Uncommon Prayer, by Katherine Mosby