According to an old Native American legend, one day there was a big fire in the forest. All the animals fled in terror in all directions, because it was a very violent fire. Suddenly, the jaguar saw a hummingbird pass over his head, but in the opposite direction. The hummingbird flew towards the fire!
Whatever happened, he wouldn't stop. Moments later, the jaguar saw him pass again, this time in the same direction as the jaguar was walking. He could observe this coming and going, until he decided to ask the bird about it, because it seemed very bizarre behavior.
"What are you doing, hummingbird?" he asked.
"I am going to the lake," he answered, "I drink water with my beak and throw it on the fire to extinguish it." The jaguar laughed. 'Are you crazy? Do you really think that you can put out that big fire on your own with your very small beak?'
'No,' said the hummingbird, 'I know I can't. But the forest is my home. It feeds me, it shelters me and my family. I am very grateful for that. And I help the forest grow by pollinating its flowers. I am part of her and the forest is part of me. I know I can't put out the fire, but I must do my part.'
At that moment, the forest spirits, who listened to the hummingbird, were moved by the bird and its devotion to the forest, miraculously they sent a torrential downpour, which put an end to the great fire.
The Native American grandmothers would occasionally tell this story to their grandchildren, then conclude with, "Do you want to attract miracles into your life? Do your part."
āYou have no responsibility to save the world or find the solutions to all problemsābut to attend to your particular personal corner of the universe. As each person does that, the world saves itself.ā"
never let anyone tell you that trawling through mediocre victorian poetry isn't worth it. we just happened upon an absolute BANGER of a worm poem. go read it or else šŖ±šŖ±šŖ±
barely a 20 minute walk and 8 frogs ushered or carried away from the middle of the road, with many more spotted sitting in the grass. the valley is filled with croaking and squeaking, and the skies are bright with stars: clearly a very romantic night for all those little creatures
No man itās just not organized and thatās the way it should be, creating a monoculture for paganism is potentially extremely dangerous to its themes of individualism and personal practices . Yeah we donāt have temples or pilgrimages but thatās because the grace of the natural world/ our deities can be found anywhere and everywhere we donāt need temples our own bodies are pagan temples. Our own flesh and bones are structures of divinity to us, we make altars in our houses and make those our blessed places. Most of paganism is heavily private of course you think itās dead that and anytime western culture is faced with a polytheistic system it has an absolute hissy fit.
happy Ostara/spring equinox! let go of the old patterns you keep repeating and show the universe you are ready for the next step in your evolution!!!! <3<3<3
Sort of like living on the scum layer in a pan of hot cocoa. But seriously, this doesnāt make me feel insignificant or vulnerable. It evokes an incredible sense of gratitude and awe. What a privilege to be alive and aware of how rare our earth is. A one in a billion (or trillion) chance to experience life.
Rare Earth - Why Complex Life Is Uncommon In The Universe, by Donald Brownlee and Peter Ward is a great read on this topic.
āCold men destroy womenā¦ They woo them with something personable that they bring out for show, something annexed to their souls like a fake greenhouse, lead you in, and you think you see life and vitality and sun and greenness, and then when you love them, they lead you out into their real soul, a drafty, cavernous, empty ballroom, inexorably arched and vaulted and mocking you with its echoes ā you hear all you have sacrificed, all you have given, landing with a loud clunk. They lock the greenhouse and you are as tiny as a figure in an architectās drawing, a faceless splotch, a blur of stick limbs abandoned in some voluminous desert of stone.ā
When I was in ninth grade I wanted to challenge what I saw as a very stupid dress code policy (not being allowed to wear spikes regardless of the size or sharpness of the spikes). My dad said to me, āWhat is your objective?ā
He said it over and over. I contemplated that. I wanted to change an unfair dress code. What did I stand to gain? What did I stand to lose? If what I really wanted was to change the dress code, what would be my most effective potential approach? (He also gave me Discourses on the Fall of Rome by Titus Livius, Machiavelliās magnum opus. Of course heād already given me The Prince, Five Rings, and The Art of War.)
I ultimately printed out that phrase, coated it in Mod Podge, and clipped it to my bathroom mirror so I would look at it and think about it every day.
What is your objective?
Forget about how you feel. Ask yourself, what do you want to see happen? And then ask, how can you make it happen? Who needs to agree with you? Who has the power to implement this change? What are the points where you have leverage over them? If you use that leverage now, will you impair your ability to use it in the future? Getting what you want is about effectiveness. It is not about being an alpha or a sigma or whatever other bullshit the menās right whiners are on about now. You wonāt find any MRA talking points in Musashi, because they are not relevant.
I had no clear leverage on the dress code issue. My parents were not on the PTA; neither were any of my friendās parents who liked me. The teachers did not care about this. Ultimately I just wore what I wanted, my patent leather collar from Hot Topic with large but flattened spikes, and I had guessed correctlyāthe teachers also did not care enough to discipline me.
I often see people on tumblr, mostly the very young, flail around in discourse. They donāt have an objective. They donāt know what they want to achieve, and they have never thought about strategizing and interpersonal effectiveness. No one can get everything they want by being an asshole. You must be able to work with other people, and that includes smiling when you hate them.
Read Machiavelli. Start with The Prince, but then move on to Discourses. Read Musashiās Five Rings. Read The Art of War. Theyāre classics for a reason. They canāt cover all situations, but they can do more for how you think about strategizing than anything youāre getting in middle school and high school curricula.
Donāt vote third party unless you can tell me not only what your objective is but also why this action stands a meaningful chance of accomplishing it. Otherwise, back up and approach your strategy from a new angle. I donāt care how angry you are with Biden right now. He knows about it, and he is both trying to do something and not doing enough. I care about what will happen to millions of people if we have another Trump presidency. Look up Ross Perot, and learn from our past. Find your objective. If it is to stop the genocide in Palestine now, call your elected representatives now. They donāt care about emails; they care about phone calls, because they live in the past. I know this because I shadowed a lobbyist, because knowing how power works is critical to using it.
How do you think I have gotten two clinics to start including gender care in their planning?
Start small. Chip away. Keep working. Find your leverage; figure out how and when to effectively use it. Choose your battles, so that you can concentrate on the battle at hand instead of wasting your resources in many directions. Learn from the accumulated wisdom of people who spent their lives learning by doing, by making mistakes, by watching the mistakes of their enemies.
Donāt be a dickhead. Be smarter than I was at 14. Ask yourself: what is your objective?
This is Bosco. He was the greatest dog. He cared for me and my family for over 18 years. He did an amazing job. He got us through the toughest times you could imagine. He did it with unconditional love ā¤ļø š he saved my life with his love, and by doing so, he saved my kids. For that, I'm eternally grateful šš¼ we love and miss you, Bosco. Always ā¤ļø
the older i get and the closer i am to reaching 30, the more the people around me try to deny me my age. itās a constant āoh youāre just turning 29 again teehee š¤ā or ādont tell your SO that, heāll leave you for a younger model šā and i just???? hate it?????????
i spent my entire teenaged years fighting for my life. i crawled through the deepest pits of my depression to cling to the promise of a life beyond that pain. i was so convinced that i was going to die young, that i would never see the grace of my age starting with a 2, let alone 3.
so im going to turn 30, and thereās not a damn thing anyone can do to stop me from loving it.