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\"Image:<\/a><\/p>\n

[Image: “Crow and Tree – Heaven and Earth in Winter,” by H. Kopp-Delaney; found it on Flickr<\/a>, and used here under a Creative Commons license (thank you!). The artist’s only comment in English says, “I am a son of the crow… This raven (Kolkrabe) visited me on the 1st of September. Alice Popkorn took a photo when it landed on my head. I made a snip and put it in this picture. Thank you Alice :-)”]<\/em><\/p>\n

From whiskey river<\/em><\/a> (italicized portion):<\/p>\n

…when women dream of the natural predator, it is not always or solely a message about the interior life. Sometimes it is a message about the threatening aspects of the culture one lives in, whether it be a small but brutal culture at the office, one within their own family, the lands of their neighborhood, or as wide as their own religious or natural culture. As you can see, each group and culture appears to have its own natural psychic predator, and we see from history that there are eras in cultures during which the predator is identified with and allowed absolute sovereignty until the people who believe otherwise become a tide.<\/p>\n

While much psychology emphasizes the familial causes of angst in humans, the cultural component carries as much weight, for culture is the family of family. If the family of the family has various sicknesses, then all families within that culture will have to struggle with the same malaises. In my heritage, there is a saying,\u00a0<\/em>cultura cura, culture cures. If culture is a healer, the families learn how to heal; they will struggle less, be more reparative, far less wounding, far more graceful and loving. In a culture where the predator rules, all new life needing to be born, all old life needing to be gone, is unable to move and the soul-lives of its citizenry are frozen with both fear and spiritual famine.<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

(Clarissa Pinkola Est\u00e9s [source<\/em><\/a>])<\/p>\n

…and<\/a>:<\/p>\n

These are pregnant times throughout the world. Just as in geology we have breaking lines between huge blocks of earth, so today we are at the juncture between great blocks of time. This is the place of storm and volcano — and of becoming. In today’s reality, a small act can have far-reaching consequences, beyond imagination, whereas things that will be done five or ten years from today will be so much less effective. This is precisely the meaning of pregnant times: Anything can be born. And this is exactly the time when one must not sleep.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

(Rabbi Adin Steinsaltz [source<\/em><\/a>])<\/p>\n

…and<\/a>:<\/p>\n

The Rider<\/strong><\/p>\n

A boy told me
\nif he roller-skated fast enough
\nhis loneliness couldn’t catch up to him,<\/p>\n

the best reason I ever heard
\nfor trying to be a champion.<\/p>\n

What I wonder tonight
\npedaling hard down King William Street
\nis if it translates to bicycles.<\/p>\n

A victory! To leave your loneliness
\npanting behind you on some street corner
\nwhile you float free into a cloud of sudden azaleas,
\npink petals that have never felt loneliness,
\nno matter how slowly they fell.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

(Naomi Shihab Nye [source<\/em><\/a>])<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Not from whiskey river<\/em>:<\/p>\n

We’re in a freefall into future. We don’t know where we’re going. Things are changing so fast, and always when you’re going through a long tunnel, anxiety comes along. And all you have to do to transform your hell into a paradise is to turn your fall into a voluntary act. It’s a very interesting shift of perspective and that’s all it is… joyful participation in the sorrows and everything changes.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

(Joseph Campbell [source<\/em><\/a>])<\/p>\n

…and:<\/p>\n

Messenger<\/strong><\/p>\n

Someone has been painting
\nnothing is impossible<\/span>
\nacross the backs of bus benches,
\nblotting out the advertisements beneath
\nwith green so the strong silver letters
\nappear clearly at corners,
\nin front of taco stands
\nand hardware stores.<\/p>\n

Whoever did this
\nmust have done it in the dark,
\nclanging paint cans block to block
\nor a couple of sprays—
\nthey must have really
\nwanted to do it.<\/p>\n

Among the many distasteful graffiti on earth
\nthis line seems somehow honorable.
\nIt wants to help us.
\nIt could belong to anyone,
\nLatinas, Arabs, Jews,
\npriests, glue sniffers.
\nMostly I wonder about
\nwhat happened or didn\u2019t happen
\nin the painter\u2019s life
\nto give her this line.
\nI don\u2019t wonder about the person
\nwho painted hiv<\/span> under the stop<\/span>s
\non the stop signs in the same way.<\/p>\n

nothing is impossible<\/span><\/p>\n

Did some miracle startle
\nthe painter into action
\nor is she waiting and hoping?<\/p>\n

Does she ride the bus with her face
\npressed to the window looking
\nfor her own message?<\/p>\n

Daily the long wind brushes yes<\/span>
\nthrough the trees.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

(Naomi Shihab Nye [source<\/em><\/a>])<\/p>\n

…and:<\/p>\n

The chief difficulty Alice found at first was in managing her flamingo: she succeeded in getting its body tucked away, comfortably enough, under her arm, with its legs hanging down, but generally, just as she had got its neck nicely straightened out, and was going to give the hedgehog a blow with its head, it would twist itself round and look up in her face, with such a puzzled expression that she could not help bursting out laughing: and when she had got its head down, and was going to begin again, it was very provoking to find that the hedgehog had unrolled itself, and was in the act of crawling away: besides all this, there was generally a ridge or furrow in the way wherever she wanted to send the hedgehog to, and, as the doubled-up soldiers were always getting up and walking off to other parts of the ground, Alice soon came to the conclusion that it was a very difficult game indeed.<\/p>\n

The players all played at once without waiting for turns, quarrelling all the while, and fighting for the hedgehogs; and in a very short time the Queen was in a furious passion, and went stamping about, and shouting “Off with his head!” or “Off with her head!” about once in a minute.<\/p>\n

Alice began to feel very uneasy: to be sure, she had not as yet had any dispute with the Queen, but she knew that it might happen any minute, “and then,” thought she, “what would become of me? They’re dreadfully fond of beheading people here; the great wonder is, that there’s any one left alive!”<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

(Lewis Carroll [source<\/em><\/a>])<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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