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‘In de bergen ligt het verleden nooit achter je, het blijft in de buurt. Je komt in de schemering terug uit een bos, en ergens in een dorpje blaft een hond. Een eeuw geleden begon op diezelfde plek op hetzelfde tijdstip van de dag een hond die een man omlaag hoorde komen uit het bos te blaffen, en de tijdspanne tussen die eerste en de tweede keer is niet meer dan een interval in het geblaf.’

John Berger

I've been absolutely terrified every moment of my life — and I've never let it keep me from doing a single thing I wanted to do.

– Georgia O’Keeffe

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The Tale of Silyan

#The Tale of Silyan

A leaf a gourd a shell a net a bag a sling a sack a bottle a pot a box a container. A holder. A recipient.

#LeGuin

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Grief has a rhythm, you know this, and summer brings it into sharper focus, like the sun casting sharper shadows.

But, when time pulls lives apart Hold your own When everything is fluid, nothing can be known with any certainty Hold your own Hold it till you feel it there As dark and dense and wet as earth As vast and bright and sweet as air When all there is is knowing that you feel what you are feeling Hold your own Ask your hands to know the things they hold I know, the days are reeling past in such squealing blasts But stop for breath and you will know it's yours Swaying like an open door when storms are coming Hold Time is an onslaught, love is a mission We work for vocations until, in remission We wish we'd had patience and given more time to our children Feel each decision that you make Make it, hold it Hold your own Hold your lovers Hold their hands Hold their breasts in your hands like your hands were their bra Hold their face in your palms like a prayer Hold them all night, feel them hold back Don't hold back Hold your own Every pain Every grievance Every stab of shame Every day spent with a demon in your brain giving chase Hold it Know the wolves that hunt you In time, they will be the dogs that bring your slippers Love them right and you will feel them kiss you when they come to bite Hot snouts digging out your cuddles with their bloody muzzles Hold Nothing you can buy will ever make you more whole This whole thing thrives on us feeling always incomplete And it is why we will search for happiness in whatever thing it is we crave in the moment And it is why we can never really find it there It is why you will sit there with the lover that you fought for In the car you sweated years to buy Wearing the ring you dreamed of all your life And some part of you will still be unsure that this is what you really want Stop craving Hold your own But if you're satisfied with where you're at, with who you are You won't need to buy new make-up or new outfits or new pots and pans To cook new exciting recipes for new exciting people To make yourself feel like the new exciting person you think you're supposed to be Happiness, the brand, is not happiness We are smarter than they think we are They take us all for idiots, but that's their problem When we behave like idiots, it becomes our problem So, hold your own Breathe deep on a freezing beach Taste the salt of friendship Notice the movement of a stranger Hold your own And let it be Catching

#Kae Tempest #Hold Your Own

Underneath the bridge, tarp has sprung a leak And the animals I've trapped have all become my pets And I'm livin' off of grass and the drippings from the ceilin' It's okay to eat fish 'cause they don't have any feelings

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"Initiation Song from the Finders' Lodge" - Ursula K. Le Guin

Please bring strange things. Please come bringing new things. Let very old things come into your hands. Let what you do not know come into your eyes. Let desert sand harden your feet. Let the arch of your feet be the mountains. Let the paths of your fingertips be your maps and the ways you go be the lines on your palms. Let there be deep snow in your inbreathing and your outbreath be the shining of ice. May your mouth contain the shapes of strange words. May you smell food cooking you have not eaten. May the spring of a foreign river be your navel. May your soul be at home where there are no houses. Walk carefully, well loved one, walk mindfully, well loved one, walk fearlessly, well loved one. Return with us, return to us, be always coming home.