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this is my first attempt at coding a website since myspace. I miss the old internet that felt so much more personal, without bots and billionaires ruining everything. so, this is my virtual equivalent of building a cabin in the woods. I hope you enjoy your time here and take it easy today. we all deserve more rest, more slowing down, more time to be in the dreamspace.
peace,
natureboi
nerd in the realms of music, film & television, language, history, and politics
creative as a poet, music producer, lyricist, painter and macrame artist
toucher of grass as a person who just likes to lay with their back on the ground sometimes
lover of justice, anarchy, snuggles and sweet treats
witch of Irish pagan practice and buddhist thought
trans man and just starting HRT :)
A Litany for Survival
by Audre Lorde
For those of us who live at the shoreline
standing upon the constant edges of decision
crucial and alone
for those of us who cannot indulge
the passing dreams of choice
who love in doorways coming and going
in the hours between dawns
looking inward and outward
at once before and after
seeking a now that can breed
futures
like bread in our children's mouths
so their dreams will not reflect
the death of ours;
For those of us
who were imprinted with fear
like a faint line in the center of our foreheads
learning to be afraid with our mother's milk
for by this weapon
this illusion of some safety to be found
the heavy-footed hoped to silence us
For all of us
this instant and this triumph
We were never meant to survive.
And when the sun rises we are afraid
it might not remain
when the sun sets we are afraid
it might not rise in the morning
when our stomachs are full we are afraid
of indigestion
when our stomachs are empty we are afraid
we may never eat again
when we are loved we are afraid
love will vanish
when we are alone we are afraid
love will never return
and when we speak we are afraid
our words will not be heard
nor welcomed
but when we are silent
we are still afraid
So it is better to speak
remembering
we were never meant to survive.
'I wish it need not have happened in my time,' said Frodo.
'So do I,' said Gandalf, 'and so do all who live to see such times.
But that is not for them to decide.
All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.'
-- Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring by J.R.R. Tolkien
