Lilac Dreams and Wolf Cries

Aspiring activist/cultural/public anthropologist interested in human rights, critical race theory, contemporary effects of dominant historical narratives, problems in white feminism, environmental justice, and lots more. Other interests include existentialism, physical/natural sciences, humor, cuisine, self-care, and art. I'm a bisexual/queer disabled woman of color trying to connect with my inner worlds and the external worlds. This blog is everywhere so use the menu in the upper left or the search bar to navigate.

[lilacdreamsandwolfcries]

A belting whisper said to let him in To submit to the shelter forever in his heart But this voice was loud enough to fool my want To have and to hold, to buy into the belief of binding words as tenable These counterpoints, concepts and reality, are harmonies in the blinding white noise The words ordained and written in fire across my being are now symbols of my being deceived Mislead by myself and the world congruently into thinking any commitment made by human is anything other than fleeting Temporally, our presence on earth and universe is insignificant But ending something as precious as this before a finished life-span is like it never existed The human condition is to live in conflict and contradiction To experience thriving love in barely tangible yet expanding dark Not a damn thing lasts on this rock

Sunk

[lilacdreamsandwolfcries]

Every day I discover

more and more

beautiful things.

It’s enough to drive one mad.

I have such a desire

to do everything,

my head is bursting with it.

Claude Monet

[lilacdreamsandwolfcries]

And I woke up again with no one to occupy my gallivanting eyes Forced to espy the feathers fallen from my hands To acknowledge my focus, the beginning of molt, before roaming flyways I know innately Cultivating, to race nautical twilight and propel into the blue hour Flourishing, to feel the moisture between my eyes and lids wet with hope and fear Increasing, to hear the wind in my ears But for now I wait, without a strain of haste, for the end of this season’s stagnancy is near Subsequently, my enterprise to arrive in the new known unknown everlasting will begin

Rachis

[lilacdreamsandwolfcries]

Who were you then? Who are you now? Are we even of the same people anymore?

Family

[lilacdreamsandwolfcries]

I try to let go of resentment but maybe my nature is to be as unforgiving  as wilderness

2/10

[sugarmint-dreams]

somewhere in a dream

[lilacdreamsandwolfcries]

All human beings are members of one frame, Since all, at first, from the same essence came. When the conditions of the time hurt one of these members, other members will suffer from discomfort. If you are indifferent to the misery of others, it is not fitting that they should call you a human being.

Bani Adam by Saadi Shirazi, Gulistan

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[lilacdreamsandwolfcries]

I don’t know how to save the world. I don’t have the answers or The Answer. I hold no secret knowledge as to how to fix the mistakes of generations past and present. I only know that without compassion and respect for all of Earth’s inhabitants, none of us will survive—nor will we deserve to.

Leonard Peltier, Prison Writings: My Life Is My Sun Dance

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Photographer Mattias Klum from National Geographic gets close and personal with a lion.

[bad-vegan-wolves]

“and all of a sudden you feel very small” damn right

[silk-floss]

IT JUST WANTS TO BE LOVED AND SAVED

[fhaun-deactivated]

please, if you are able, do what you can for the asiatic lion. donate, get involved, spread information. there are only about 300 left in the world, and they all live in Gir Forest National Park in India.

the african lion is also estimated to be extinct by 2050 due to habitat loss, sport hunting, and loss of their prey base to the bushmeat trade. these beautiful creatures could be extinct in our lifetime. the next generation may not ever have the chance to see these creatures, there will be no more cute lion vines, there will be no more documentaries, there will be no more zoos or sanctuaries containing lions. there will be no more lions.

if you have any love for nature, any love for animals, any love for life, and if you care at all about the permanent loss of a species, especially one so beautiful and iconic, if you care and if you are able, please donate to help save lions.

The Lion Conservation Fund

The African Wildlife Foundation

The World Wildlife Foundation

[reylo-junkyard]

Not relevant to my blog, but my inner nature lover is calling

[falling-rivers]

Saw someone once posted a review on a book that said lions dont live in India; sad that some people dont even know they exist.

[gettingvetted]

Yes, donate! But not to WWF

[hapalopus]

Yeah, reminder that the WWF still violates the rights of tribal peoples, funds shoot-on-sight policies, has never apologized for its racism in the 90’s and has an approach to conservation that’s based on eugenics. WWF is also in bed with palm oil producers, supposedly for monetary gain. I’d also argue that the WWF misuses its funds, considering its CEO is in the 1% and at one time had a higher salary than the US president, despite being a non-profit.

Better charities would be The Zoological Society London and Wildlife Trust of India

[lilacdreamsandwolfcries]

Today we are faced with a challenge that calls for a shift in our thinking, so that humanity stops threatening its life-support system. We are called to assist the Earth to heal her wounds and in the process heal our own - indeed to embrace the whole of creation in all its diversity, beauty and wonder. Recognizing that sustainable development, democracy and peace are indivisible is an idea whose time has come.

Wangari Maathai, Nobel Lecture

[lilacdreamsandwolfcries]

My thought is me: that's why I can't stop. I exist because I think… and I can't stop myself from thinking. At this very moment - it's frightful - if I exist, it is because I am horrified at existing. I am the one who pulls myself from the nothingness to which I aspire.

Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

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[lilacdreamsandwolfcries]

I tried to consume the sun once to burn myself as I swallowed But for you I could never covet such an aimless feat when your gaze alone brings spring Your glaciofluvial magic sets the meltwater free You are the watercourse The uphill flow to my heart

New

[lilacdreamsandwolfcries]

Remind me of her talons and I will blare with lips stitched fierce eyes contorted nose See the surface rot from within Witness me transform into a twisted shadow of a thing A hollow outline A new figure from shame derived

Injured

[clownfvcker]

[lilacdreamsandwolfcries]

do we celebrate the breaking of others? hiding two hands behind our back because watching them fall makes us feel more alive than saving them would? or maybe we can't save the things we don't understand. this skin, it is in constant need of forgiveness. growing out of itself layer by layer, while scars that hold stories a mind doesn't want to touch are left behind. and when you look down- you realize with wrists tied together, you can't catch them if you can't reach for yourself. worn fingers loosen the knots and you wonder how you have lived with the grip so tight. coming undone has never felt so beautiful. we spend our life in fear of abandonment never realizing that it could save us. there is pain in healing- letting go of what makes you feel small knowing this means letting go of you, too. but it's how you arrive. falling into a relationship with yourself that is no longer home for those who break you. and when your eyes find your hands, remember that saving you is saving them. bridges were built for people to walk or burn. never be sorry for starting the fire

by Wilder Poetry, Wild Is She