“You become mature when you become the authority of your own life.”
― Joseph Campbell, A Joseph Campbell Companion: Reflections on the Art of Living
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“You become mature when you become the authority of your own life.”
― Joseph Campbell, A Joseph Campbell Companion: Reflections on the Art of Living
By Dr. John Ferrer | The right to privacy just might be the most widely touted justification for abortion today. Implied within the right to life and to liberty, the concept of “privacy” demarcates the sacred domain of self-possession (my body), autonomy (my choice), and liberty (my freedom). Without
the more I realize my own body, the more absurd and horrifying commodifying someone else's body becomes
Review: Enchantments: A Modern Witch's Guide to Self-Possession by Mya Spalter
I know that it's been awhile, but here's another book review!
I found out about those book through the podcast The Witch Wave (which is awesome, go give it a listen!). Pam Grossman, the host, had Mya Spalter on as a guest and they talked about her time at the New York City witchcraft store called Enchantments and about the book that she wrote based off of her experience at the store. It sounded really intriguing so I decided to order it and give it a read! The review is under the cut!
GPOY. From Marvel Spotlight #22, 1975, by Steve Gerber, Sal Buscema and Bob McLeod.
Each one of us wants to possess ourself; only fools willingly give themselves away. Slavery produces the slave revolt.
Marge Piercy, He, She, and It
The greatest possession is self-possession. - Ethel Watts Mumford http://www.quotationsensation.com/quote.aspx/quote?quoteid=122661
startled into life like fire
Charles Bukowski, envious of the utter self-possession of his cat...
in grievous deity my cat walks around he walks around and around with electric tail and push-button eyes
he is alive and plush and final as a plum tree
neither of us understands cathedrals or the man outside watering his lawn
if I were all the man that he is cat-- if there were men like this the world could begin
he leaps up on the couch and walks through porticoes of my admiration.