October 2012
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September 2012
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August 2012
15 posts
“I would love to believe that when I die I will live again, that some thinking, feeling, remembering part of me will continue. But much as I want to believe that, and despite the ancient and worldwide cultural traditions that assert an afterlife, I know of nothing to suggest that it is more than wishful thinking. The world is so exquisite with so much love and moral depth, that there is no reason to deceive ourselves with pretty stories for which there’s little good evidence. Far better it seems to me, in our vulnerability, is to look death in the eye and to be grateful every day for the brief but magnificent opportunity that life provides.”
—Carl Sagan (via biitumen)
“the fact that “love your body” rhetoric shifts the responsibility for body acceptance over to the individual, and away from communities, institutions, and power, is also problematic. individuals who do not love their bodies, who find their bodies difficult to love, are seen as being part of the problem. the underlying assumption is that if we all loved our bodies just as they are, our fat-shaming, beauty-policing culture would be different. if we don’t love our bodies, we are, in effect, perpetuating normative (read: impossible) beauty standards. if we don’t love our individual bodies, we are at fault for collectively continuing the oppressive and misogynistic culture. if you don’t love your body, you’re not trying hard enough to love it. in this framework, your body is still the paramount focus, and one way or another, you’re failing. it’s too close to the usual body-shaming, self-policing crap, albeit with a few quasi-feminist twists, for comfort.”
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on “loving your body” (via silkchemise)
moving from a self care-centered model into a community care-centered model? I think so
(via mattachinereview)
Song for Cardinal Love
Perched for just a moment on an upturned wheelbarrow,
a cardinal sits in silence.
You sit, sometimes, quiet like a cardinal, all red, regal plumage
& a songbird’s voice.
You sing loud&proud– a bright, vibrant voice
to warm our home.
You, passerine, whistle me awake with my windows
open in the morning.
Woman, wake me weary, obstinate out of sleep &
into the chilly, morning draft!
Beautiful bird, your wingbeat thrush&flutter in my backyard
reminds me I am not alone.
