From EARTHSEED: THE BOOKS OF THE LIVING

•July 8, 2017 • Leave a Comment

Choose your leaders
with wisdom and forethought.

To be led by a coward
is to be controlled
by all that the coward fears.

To be led by a fool
is to be led
by the opportunists
who control the fool.

To be led by a thief
is to offer up
your most precious treasures
to be stolen.

To be led by a liar
is to ask
to be told lies.

To be led by a tyrant
is to sell yourself
and those you love
into slavery.

–Octavia E. Butler, Parable of the Talents

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•July 4, 2017 • Leave a Comment

You need to know this first.

•July 3, 2017 • Leave a Comment

I was talking to my dad a few years ago about the hell that was my childhood, and I said to him something like, “One thing I never learned in our house was how to say ‘I’m sorry, I was wrong.'” He looked at me balefully and said, in total seriousness, “I’d rather cut my tongue out than say that.”

Being unwilling or unable to simply say “I’m sorry, I was wrong,” when confronted with our screw-ups — and to mean it, and to changesupports the rule of the fathers. Full stop.

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•June 30, 2017 • Leave a Comment

Sad women are so much safer than angry ones, or even happy ones. If we’re angry we might stop following the rules, and if we’re happy, we probably already have. Sad is so much better.

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•June 24, 2017 • Leave a Comment

But when the self speaks to the self, who is speaking? — the entombed soul, the spirit driven in, in to the central catacombs; the self that took the veil and left the world — a coward perhaps, yet somehow beautiful, as it flits with its lantern restlessly up and down the dark corridors. “I can bear it no longer,” her spirit says… Oh, heavens, her sob! It’s the spirit wailing its destiny, the spirit driven hither, thither, lodging on the diminishing carpets — meagre footholds — shrunken shreds of all the vanishing universe — love, life, faith, husband, children, I know not what splendours and pageantries glimpsed in girlhood. ‘Not for me — not for me.’

Virginia Woolf, “An Unwritten Novel” in Monday or Tuesday (Hesperus Press, 2003)

Moon Rise Over East Rim, Grand Canyon, November 2007

•June 20, 2017 • Leave a Comment

Zentangle 06-19-2017

•June 19, 2017 • Leave a Comment

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