The Emperor - Tarot Card by Melissa Houpert

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The Emperor - Tarot Card by Melissa Houpert
The Strange Woman (1946)
Fall 2018 RTW Bottega Veneta
Personal Edit
I love the autumn–that melancholy season that suits memories so well. When the trees have lost their leaves, when the sky at sunset still preserves the russet hue that fills with gold the withered grass, it is sweet to watch the final fading of the fires that until recently burnt within you.
Gustave Flaubert, from November (Hesperus Press, 2005; 1842)
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“Flourish"
Lithograph
2013
(Prints Available)
Crane Flying over Wave, by Utagawa Hiroshige, 19th century
Pine Trees by Lin Sun
Collection of Pressed Flowers ❀
by George Marr (1917)
These pressed flowers were collected by George Marr whilst serving as a soldier in Salonika, Greece, during the First World War.
Jan Dunning - Precarious Rooms
Having a child is a long term commitment to a heavy, heavy responsibility which demands energy, attention, and time.
To have a child is to bring an entire person into the world. This person can not consent to this. This person is inherently vulnerable, hardwired to depend on you, and must be taught the skills neccessary to one day care for themself.
When you have a child, that child's well being is entirely on you. It's your job to keep them safe, to keep them fed, cloathed, and happy. It's your job to make sure they feel loved.
When you choose to have a child, you are signing up to spend years and years of resources on that child. That is your choice. The child was not alive and could not agree to your decision to drag them out of the void of nonexistence. The child was not asked if they wanted to experience an entire lifetime of conciousness, and all of the potential suffering and agony that comes with that.
That decision is entirely that of the parent who has made the choice to have a child.
You are not "granting the gift of life." You are not doing this hypothetical child a favor by having them. You are doing this for you, because you wanted to be a parent. You wanted to have the experience of raising a child.
This means that if you have a child, you owe that child. You owe them time, and love, and safety, and care. You asked for this, it is now your responsibly to follow through.
Children are not a toy. They aren't a fancy new car for you to parade to your friends. They aren't a fashion accessory for you to put on the shelf when you lose interest. They aren't a mini you. They aren't a magic cure-all to your trauma, and they aren't there to fill some void in your chest.
They are a vulnerable person who is easily abused and neglected and who will be at your mercy throughout much of their development period.
A parent owes their child. Failing to follow through with the responsibility they signed up for is a failing on the parent's part. Making the child feel guilty for the crime of existing is the fault of the parent. A child is never a burden.
Abusive and neglectful parents are failures as parents. They could not do the bare basics of what the job entails and then they blame the child for a crime that the parents themselves committed.
Blessed full moon in Libra
I think about my one friend in high school, who was not technically allowed to read anything that her parents didn’t approve of. There was a special exception for things required by school, but they’d go over those at home and “correct” any bad information.
She checked out 2 books a day from the school library and read voraciously on her own and returning the books to the library at the end of the day. She’d get done work early or just skip any work time in class to read her books.
Her parents were ‘old-fashioned’ too. They didn’t think their child should be reading anything they didn’t personally approve of first.
There was a reason she never told her parents she checked out books from the school library. There was a reason none of the teachers scolded her for reading or told her parents about it during parent-teacher conferences.
They were actively preventing further abuse of a vulnerable teenager under their care.
I seem to be thinking a lot of her lately with everything, everything that is happening.
imagine… Alma Deutscher: Finding Cinderella
Musical prodigy Alma Deutscher aged 11 (seen here with younger sister Helen), is staging her first full-length opera, Cinderella.
Composer, pianist, violinist… Alma learned to read music before she could read words. She began playing the piano aged two and at four years old she was composing her own music.
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