Warrior Wednesday: Mother Warrior

August 8, 2012

“The way of a warrior is based on humanity, love, and sincerity; the heart of martial valor is true bravery, wisdom, love, and friendship. Emphasis on the physical aspects of warriorship is futile, for the power of the body is always limited. ~The Art of Peace p59

I think this pic goes great along side my poem Warrior Queen. I might try and expand or revise it some. I wrote some poetry as a gratitude exercise yesterday. The Literacy Through Photography class last week really has me wanting to write more poetry.

chaotic note

Links I Like

Mindful Self-Compassion for Kids

The Mindful Path to Self-Compassion (Book Listing)

Antidotes to Anxiety-manage anxiety with humor

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Prattle

June 26, 2011

i’ve been busy lately studying for the GRE and trying to figure out a way I can get some extra time on the test without paying for a full Learning Disabilities evaluation. I might have found it.

My first pass through and review of the GRE math material is completed. On to attacking GRE vocabulary (see title). i started making my very own word searches through Discovery’s website. </me a geek>

The pool was fun today and kiddo can actually swim a few yards by herself in water over her head!

chaotic notes

Loving this poem: thanks Daisy and Irene for pointing this out to me!

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.

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My Grandfather’s Blessings by Rachel Naomi Remen

from Belonging p197

True service is not a relationship between expert and problem; it is far more genuine than that. It is a relationship between people who bring the full resources of their combined humanity to the table and share them generously. Service goes beyond expertise. Service is another way of life.

Should I live to be very old, I expect that I will not remember the times when I was ‘cool’ but will be warmed only by the times I cared passionately, risked everything to make a difference, and knew who I was.


FTY: The Worst Mother, Tim Wise, and Daisy

April 16, 2011

From The Worst Mother

I’ve been playing with making a few of my own versions of Rules for Moms…this might take me a while so stay tuned

I just finished reading White Like Me by Tim Wise. It was a fascinating and eye opening book. Funny that I’ve just finished this and Daisy has a post up at Womanist Musings called “What Can White Women Do?“. <Which I am grappling with right now in my work with MomsRising and also have been inadvertently involved with as a “white teacher” in Northern and Southern public schools.>

Something Tim Wise said on p. 149 of White Like Me <WLM> I think applies to what Daisy is trying to do over at Womanist Musings. Here’s his quote…

The goal of the larger antiracism movement must be to get enough white allies to join with persons of color so as to launch meaningful and repeated challenges to the vestiges of institutional racism that still litter the landscape of the American polity and economy.

I think its tricky to join with persons of color because our privilege does get in the way. And some of the reactions to Daisy’s post are good examples.

In the end we have got to let go of the outcome, which makes us more effective and healthier. <paraphrasing WLM p.154>


Diamonds in the Ruff

November 1, 2010

Reading and Listening to All Along the Watchtower and watching streaming Netflix National Geographic Program Collapse (short video link) got me thinking how beautifully prophetic Jimi Hendrix’s song is.

All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Bare-foot servants to, but huh
Outside in the cold distance
A wild cat did growl
Two riders were approachin
And the wind began to howl
Hey
Oh
All along the watchtower
Hear you sing around the watch
Gotta beware gotta beware I will

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Princes will always “keep the view”. The wind and the growling wildcat aka environment/ activism?

There are three NatGeo programs I have watched recently. I started with Guns Germs and Steel: The Fates of Human Societies. Next I watched The Human Family: Tracing The Human Journey Through Time. Finally I watched Collapse: How Societies Choose to Fail or Survive. It was quite a trilogy. Jared Diamond appeared in the first and last of the Documentaries. This page is a list of his Awards and Honors, impressive if you ask me.

Here’s a few that are relevant to Guns, Germs, and Steel as well as Collapse.

I really like how Collapse ends. It ends on a decidedly positive note. We have a choice now that we know. What will we each choose? Collapse projects we have 20 years. I personally feel like we are seeing the beginnings of it~~~large spaces abandoned in strip malls, anyone?

What can we choose to amplify? I  would like to see these programs “amplified”!!  J. Stewart, Jimi, and Jared are diamonds in the ruff if you will.

P.S. thanks J. Stewart for that moment of sincerity: video and text.


Halloween/ Samhain

October 31, 2010

big Thank You to Kryten for carving this masterpiece

 

The Owl by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

When cats run home and light is come,
And dew is cold upon the ground,
And the far-off stream is dumb,
And the whirring sail goes round,
And the whirring sail goes round,
Alone and warming his five wits,
The white owl in the belfry sits.

When merry milkmaids click the latch,
And rarely smells the new-mown hay,
And the cock hath sung beneath the thatch
Twice or thrice his roundelay,
Twice or thrice his roundelay;
Alone and warming his five wits,
The white owl in the belfry sits.

 

Halloween or Samhain is The Holiday I am a fan of. It embraces the reality of living in this world, both the beautifully magical and the grotesquely horrible. Moshie has been talking about death lately. I’m keeping it real by telling her everything that lives also dies. She told a friend she was going to die yesterday, and we tell her not anytime soon. She likely has lots of time for growing.  Thinking about not really knowing what the future will bring reminds me to enjoy right now.

I actually bought some Halloween accessories. There’s a skeleton by my rear window brake light. This is almost unheard of here. Since I am embracing my witchy/wild side I’d really like to get Moshie and I a black kitten but Kryten is resisting. I think I might be wearing him down. He stopped saying ‘no’ and replaced it with a grunt.

 


Culture and Music

October 30, 2010

Another Northern Sun favorite.

Mine and my dad’s favorite, Jimi! Thought this was appropriate today with the jokers and thieves together. 😉  <rally to restore sanity>

Lyrics: All Along The Watchtower

There must be some kind of way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
Theres too much confusion
I cant get no relief
Businessman they drink my wine
Plow men dig my earth
None will level on the line
Nobody of it is worth
Hey hey

No reason to get excited
The thief he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke but uh
But you and I weve been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hours getting late
Hey

Hey
All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Bare-foot servants to, but huh
Outside in the cold distance
A wild cat did growl
Two riders were approachin
And the wind began to howl
Hey
Oh
All along the watchtower
Hear you sing around the watch
Gotta beware gotta beware I will
Yeah
Ooh baby
All along the watchtower

Hip hop with a message and face paint *reverse* KISS style. ps its got @#%$#5


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