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comrade

I met you picking weeds fell in love running roads wiped your tears from the gas got a little risky in the nights

The wounds made us frisky cleaned them out with a little whiskey my feet are on the carpet now your tires are in the clouds

I knew you in the riot lines and then we changed our minds

They threw me upside down you held on for dear life they maced us both that night locked us up for some time

I lost you picking fights fell in love staying numb wiped my tears from the gas got a little risky in the light

I knew you in the riot lines and then we changed our minds

10/13/21

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New Years Day 2018, Glaciar San Rafael, Chile

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Also another note. I haven’t been on here in a long time and just learned about all of the “adult content” policy changes and I think its bs. 

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Some things I’m working on:

healing my trauma, and letting go of, or learning how to better manage the tools I learned for survival; that are not only no longer serving me (in specific situations), but are actively blocking me from choosing to invest in, forgive, and develop the thing they protected me from (relationships). These quotes don’t ring entirely true for me, but they definitely ring a lot of truth for me. I would like to think I know who I am outside of my trauma, but particularly in the work that I do, my trauma is my asset, the experience that supports creating better experiences for others. As someone based in equity & education, I am my trauma at work, how do I manage that?

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grief, I've learned, is really just love. It's all the love you want to give but cannot... Grief is just love with no place to go.

Jamie Anderson

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The habits you created to survive will no longer serve you when it is time to thrive. Get out of survival mode.

I don’t know, but it helped me a lot. 

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it just occurred to me that many people are actually afraid to heal because their identity is centered around the trauma they've experienced. They have no idea who they are outside of that trauma, and that unknown can be terrifying.

Ebonee Davis 

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“the forcible transfer of children from one group of people to another fits the United Nations definition of genocide.”

“The threat of adoption has become weaponized...”

https://theintercept.com/2018/07/01/separated-children-adoption-immigration/

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on not writing my thesis & on instead my feelings

for me & for abby

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Kan Wakan - Phantasmagoria: Album Trailer

New Album "Phantasmagoria" Available for Pre-order, including new songs “I Had To Laugh”, "Molasses" and “I Would" Pre-order now at: www.pledgemusic.com/kanw...

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Puerto Montt, Chile

Viernes 22, 2017

“La lluvia del verano no moja”

said Pablo, quoting apparently souther chilean tales, as we drove into Puerto Montt. I sat in the back of our rental car that took us an hour of laughing and waiting on a curb to get. I really liked the poesy of this statement. It translates to: “the rain of summer does not wet”. Aside from its poesy, it made me think of reactions to life, circumstances, and states of emotion. a typically difficult thing, when surrounded by beauty, cannot dampen that beauty. 

The chilenos of the south at the ‘econorental’ had lost the car we reserved. This turned into an hour of dealing with the process through jokes. Finalmente as we thought we were done, the contract was printed upside down. More jokes. As we drove off they all lined up and saluted us goodbye as they filmed what would most likely be posted on social media later as a colossal but hilarious failure. It made me very much appreciate the way that a situation like that was handled down here, in contrast to the way that might be handled in the US. The escalatingly real humor had me witnessing caution internally - readying to shield myself from the explosion I was sure to come out the sides of my father’s mustache. It never did, and it made me appreciate my father very genuinely for his person, and not for what he does for us objectively, for the first time in a long time. I suppose people are greatly affected by the spaces that they are in. Both my mother and father, are instantly happier here, and it is calming.

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11.07.17

you used to write down your favorite quotes

from authors and researchers and feelers that you admired

you cut them out and placed a folded piece of tape

on every strip of words, on each one.

you placed them all around the room

of the town’s queer community group and space.

you had everyone wander, patiently, and pick one 

that most resonated with them. 

you had them explain to us why.

you had me explain to us why.

a year ago we sat on a rock for the first time

in six months. ‘I voted’ sat glued to my cheek

for the first time, in my life, you were so proud.

You walked me to class 10 minutes late

while Becca smiled and shrugged. 

She knew that our love was worth more 

than being on time 

at the moment.

I wrote down quotes from this week’s readings

preaching innocence and forgiveness.

I’m taping them all around the room

tomorrow at 4pm.

I’m still looking for it for me and you.

I’m still looking for me and you.

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“darling,

you feel heavy because you are too full of truth.

open your mouth more.

let the truth exist somewhere other

than inside your body.”

- della hicks-wilson

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“raise your words not voice, it is rain that grows flowers not thunder.”

-rumi

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"Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase each other doesn't make any sense."

- rumi