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Exploring anger

Flying into the sun.

We often fear that the Revolution needed is too big for what we can give.
Too much change is required inside, outside.
And we are too small.
But all that is required is that you step into the truth of your life.
And speak it, write it, paint it, dance it.
That you shine your light on your truth, for the world to see.
And as hundreds, then thousands, then millions do this – each sparking the courage of yet more –
Suddenly we have a world alight with truth.

~ Lucy H. Pearce, Burning Woman 

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Some Friday thoughts

Messages on the way to Chincoteague.

We are beckoned to see the world through a one-way mirror, as if we are threatened and innocent and the rest of humanity is threatening, or wretched, or expendable. Our memory is struggling to rescue the truth that human rights were not handed down as privileges from a parliament, or a boardroom, or an institution, but that peace is only possible with justice and with information that gives us the power to act justly.

~ John Pilger

Why is propaganda so much more successful when it stirs up hatred than when it tries to stir up friendly feeling?

~ Bertrand Russell

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Shoot from the hip

An intermission.

Ask yourself:  How much time do you spend just observing your surroundings?  Driving or navigating while walking on busy streets doesn’t count.  And how much time do you spend with your eyes glued to some type of screen?  Most of your impressions of the world are mediated.  They have been altered by someone else, who wants you to see things in a certain way — and they are usually trying to influence us for their own reasons.  As a society, we seem to passively accept and even embrace this troubling condition of the electronic age.

Poet Theodore Roethke writes:  “I wish I could find an event that meant as much as simple seeing.”  I agree, and believe that the world itself is fascinating, deserving of our attention, and far more interesting than anything we might say about it — in any medium.

~ David Ulrich, Zen Camera: Creative Awakening with a Daily Practice in Photography

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Soft

Soft greens of spring.

When all the world appears to be in a tumult, and nature itself is feeling the assault of climate change, the seasons retain their essential rhythm.  Yes, fall gives us a premonition of winter, but then, winter, will be forced to relent, once again, to the new beginnings of soft greens, longer light, and the sweet air of spring.

~ Madeleine M. Kunin

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Back to the hunting lodge

The Bunting Family Lodge, Assateague Island National Seashore.

I thought about how many elements it took to create the simplest of things – a pink sky an unusually perfect day, a happy family, a deep friendship, a moment of pure delight. I wondered, too, what it took to undo these things. It seemed to me that undoing something was far easier than creating it.

~ Aditi Khorana, The Library of Fates 

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