No one can hold me accountable for my power. I must impose self-regulation or become saturated in the power that I have grown into.
I recently read an article about crying that brought to light an old point I’d cooked up. I’ve spent a lot of time trying to reframe feminine traits that the patriarchy has vilified. The subtle inculcations of at a male-based society can seem quite benign at first, then dastardly pernicious.
My junior year of college, I wrote a sermon to give my church. It was a lovely little church called Lakeshore Baptist church, although they weren’t affiliated with the main Baptist association. The church was wonderful – a female pastor, progressive ideas towards ministry, and a fundamental belief in doubt being part of faith.
I have been hesitant to write about this particular dystopian alternative for over a year, because in order for my fears of data mining to come true, our society will have to continue on our current trajectory of rampant consumption and growth at all costs.
If you had the chance to read yesterday’s post, then you learned about one evolutionary philosophy about crying. It really pairs well, then, to read about how our tears are linked to the ocean, to our environment, and to the world.
We are inextricably tied to the oceans in ways we often don’t consider. As science journalist Alanna Mitchell has written: “Every tear you cry … ends up back in the ocean system. Every third molecule of carbon dioxide you exhale is absorbed into the ocean. Every second breath you take comes from the oxygen produced by plankton
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If you like what you read, feel free to share. Basic Rules: Be civil. We are all people and deserve respect. That’s a hard and fast rule, by the way, it is not optional. Other than that, anything goes.
From a perspective of self-preservation, all actions are justifiable. All actions can contain peace.
If a situation arises in which I feel disloyalty and disrespect, I have no issues enacting whatever consequences necessary in order to free myself of the offense.
I have recently been buying this brand of coffee which surprises me with every delicious cup. I was so impressed with how delicious it was that I researched it. The story behind the coffee is even more surprising. Read about this coffee guys, it’s amazing.
For Dora Lisa, coffee isn’t just a source of income – it’s a way of life. But most of all, it’s a way to create opportunities for the women in her community. And to her, the cooperative’s support of women has been crucial. “Women have always been discriminated against,” says Dora Lisa. “But when I joined APROCASSI in 2006, I saw this new reality. A reality where women could work, could advance. A reality where women could have power.”
So, after last week’s post, I thought it might be good to give an update on the progress I’ve made on uncovering the root of my constant stress.
In reference to me I’d like nothing better
Than to hear a thousand different echoes all chiming
Back to that one word.