this is my first post. duh. just wanted to put my footprint here for the moment. i almost typed meowment. that would be good if i was a cat,or was posting to cats…and i’m sure some of them use the internet. after all,the internet is made of lolcats,or so i’ve been told.
One more blessing here for you now dear souls. Just put your hand over your heart, or just lean back, or rest your hands palm up in your lap… just relax, and take a deep breath.
FIVE FEARS TO FEAR, AND THEN, NO MORE
by C.P. Estés
Going over and over one’s fears
is empty
and emptying.
There’s something greater that sustains.
We call it Esperanza… Hope.
We call it Querer es podar, Desire is power.
Hope and desire are power.
Fear—ha!
Fear—ha!
Ha, hum—fear.
Pstt, pssh, poof.
Consider that most fear
is not fear of failure:
rather, it’s fear to live fully,
in full power.
Choose your petty fears carefully,
because they can grow truly big teeth.
Instead, draw your attention here…
I have several fears
I would like you to have…
Fear these:
Fear not loving
while you have the chance.
Fear becoming bitter.
Fear cynicism.
Fear turning…
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against the new city
[foreclosures in the East Bay]
1.
Debt, wage-labor, rent. These are the three scourges of the modern, fully capitalist world, the three faces of exploitation that confront the proletarian of today. Rent might be the least examined of these terms, the landlord all too easily conflated with banker and boss. Perhaps this is because rent is one of the most naturalized of property relations – a tax one pays for the simple crime of existing in space dimensional, of being a body not always in frantic motion, a body needing rest. The idea that space can be owned in the same way that one can own an object is so strange, if one thinks about it, that it is hardly surprising few of us actually do, that the landlord is forgotten about when we list the enemies we will send up the steps of the guillotine…
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i have no idea at this point if i’ve ever written here. i do know that i have an account to follow certain wordpress blogs that don’t have a twitter i can follow.
this is a test. this is only a test. it is not an emergency,thank goodness
is it possible i have never posted here? yes,i suppose it is. i probably made an account to follow people’s blogs on wordpress.
haven’t been here in many an age. i’m here today because i commented on an essay by libba bray on her wordpress blog. it’s about depression. when i have some energy,i may come back and post a link.
okay,here it is. it is a beautiful helpful compassionate essay about depression
after a day of swampiness,i finally put on the ac.
when you are dead,
seek for your resting place
not in the earth,
but in the hearts of men.
-rumi
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