The Dread Pirate Buttercup

A Voyage of Existential Comfort

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The Honey ,The Bee and The sea

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I was a Bee to my Honey 

I was afraid of the Sea.

      Still he kissed me

 so

tentatively .

     

Dear,

he replies

 

  

We have all our lives

to harvest

blooms perfectly.

 

Fret not over

Thanks

Or watery banks

the Dark Clouds

that threaten

release.

  

Delight of the breeze

 

That carries

with ease

the seeds

that will someday

sow

Peace.

 

 

 

 

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The Five Worst Things You Can Say to a Blogger

I would have to add to this (and since I am New to blogging and defiantly do not know the answer) the one that bugs me the most is… “What is your Blog about?” The others on here are great as well. Though My mom doesn’t read my blog 🙂

A Morning Grouch

So, I’m no blogging genius.  When I first started blogging I had zero idea of the etiquette, cultish followings, or blogging cliques that existed.  I pretty much started this as a procrastination tool.  I’m still half-assed and hardly an expert; I have been dragging my feet even getting my self-hosted site up and running (does that even make sense?) because I have almost zero clue where to start (but dammit, I will learn, eventually.  I will).  But even with all that, I am starting to get some idea of what the blogging world is all about.

There are some phrases non-bloggers may or may not realize are not a good idea to say to someone who blogs:

1.  I read your blog. With no follow-up.  Oh. Thank you? You read it. But you didn’t say what it was exactly that you read. Or if you liked it. Or hated it. Or if it…

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Tabula Rasa

We must all conquer these things. An article for the WHOLE WIDE WORLD!

Sips of Jen and Tonic

quote, fear, success, failure, starting over, self-improvement, carl bard, inspirationalHave you ever felt like something (a thought, an idea, a situation) kept popping up all around you? I believe in the power of The Universe. I believe it’s always trying to guide us, and I believe in its infinite wisdom.

Recently I’ve been confronted with a series of situations and conversations centered around the idea of being undeserving. With one person it was being undeserving of success, with a few others it was being undeserving of happiness.

Tabula Rasa is a Latin phrase roughly translating to “blank slate.” It is the philosophical idea that humans are born with empty minds, and it is only through perception and experience that they gain knowledge. Basically, we’re all empty canvases when we’re born, and that canvas gets scribbled on throughout our lives.

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27 Nights

What Happens to Us

The 1st night, Evan asked Kendra when she had first been attracted to him.

“About three seconds after I saw you,” she said as she ran her fingernails through his chest hair.

The 2nd night, they were walking around the mall.  Holding hands was their new thrill.  Evan was holding hands with a therapist.  He was holding hands with a leggy brunette.  He told her about Kim Philby, the MI5 agent who had betrayed all of England by passing all their secrets for over 20 years to the Soviets.  She told him about Alice Miller, who had developed a theory about the gifted codependent child.  They were giddy but tired from having slept only three hours.

IMG_6627 smaller biggerThe 3rd night, Kendra sat down and calculated that they had been together for 56 hours straight.  It was like being drunk without drinking.

“My life is going to hell,” she…

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So, Here Goes: I Am Ugly

Writing Bravely .. Much respect!!

Fatshion Hustlings

I’ve been wanting to write this post for a long while now, because I think it is something important that is worth saying, both on my part and on the part of anybody else who feels this way about themselves, and to anybody who finds that this way of thinking is a sad thing that denotes low self-esteem, when it actually has more to do with self-identification and wanting to self-identify in whatever way we want.

So, here goes:

I am ugly.

Naturally, this is not the first time I have said this. As somebody who has had the severe misfortune of being a teenager before, I used to declare myself ugly all the time, just like pretty much everybody else around me. Back then I said it primarily to gain sympathy and maybe a denying comment or two. “You’re not ugly Gillian, what are you saying?” “C’mon, I’d kill…

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How Feminism Hurts Men

Well said. The writing choice casts a very harsh light on the truth of Feminism today1. Anti- feminist sentiments have taken very passive aggressive turns.This writer seems to hit the nail right on the head with a simple reversal.

Thought Catalog

Yesterday somebody on Facebook told me that feminism elevates women at the expense of men, that its agenda to validate women emasculates us guys.

He was right.

For men, the rise of feminism has relegated us to second-class status. Inequality and discrimination have become part of our everyday lives.

Because of feminism, men can no longer walk down the street without fear of being catcalled, harassed, or even sexually assaulted by women. When he is assaulted, the man is blamed – the way he dressed he was “asking for it”.

Because of feminism, there are no major Christian conferences about how to act like men, where thousands of men can celebrate their manliness and Jesus (and perhaps poke fun at female stereotypes).

Because of feminism, church stages and spotlights are often dominated by women. Men are encouraged to just serve in the nursery or kitchen. Sometimes men are even told…

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4 Reasons Why You Should Write

I really loved this post on writing. I think there are often so many reasons to write that are overlooked for the easier “being creative” answers that are more obvious. So often the “tortured writer/ artist” is the story that gets passed around. I love the practical and yes optimistic tone. The reasons are quite true to me as well. For me the crowning achievement here is, This article gets to the the heart of a better question. WHY not write? When it has so many advantages and little to no downsides. Then WHY NOT?

James Hillman on World Change and Political Polarization

I am still pondering this article. Not for it’s writing (which was Strong and thoughtful)but to the ideas and issue contained therein.

The First Gate

For decades, James Hillman brought us unique observations on modern life from the perspective of a depth psychology that embraced soul as its highest value.  Recently, I’ve wished I could hear his take on our current climate of political divisiveness, but Hillman, who died two years ago at the age of 85, wasn’t here to watch our most recent shenanigans.  Happily, I recently stumbled upon a pair of interviews in which Hillman discussed this very subject and set it in a context of massive cultural change.

Author and journalist Pythia Peay published the first interview on The Huffington Post in February, 2011 (Jungian Analyst Explains the Psychology of Political Polarization).  The occasion for their talk was the mass shooting in Tucson, which had happened a month earlier.  The most prominent victim was Representative Gabrielle Giffords.

Tragically, memory of that event, just two and a half years ago, has…

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Upon Blue Sheets

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My body laid upon blue sheets

like maps of my world

 

You build upon me

Rolling, unrolling

a corner,

until frayed.

 

My Mecca,

in which your passion,

your future,

could lie.

 

Extravagant curves,

bends,

stairs that lead to

only you know.

 

Never finished,

never fully realized.

Always a secret

 

passageway here

 

My body laid upon blue sheets

 

Its edges

worn from use.

A warm feeling through

out.

 

You will someday

complete

All that I would ever be.

 

Written so very long ago …….

Chessmen

I am in to games and nostalgia today. Another lovely memory ,from another lovely writer.

Poesy plus Polemics

I learned the game
from a Cuban boy
near the copper-green
cast of Liberty’s robe

where his family
of chemists
fled ass over teakettle
north to escape

from Fidel’s
fatal handcuffs
the father now swept
iron shavings

from factory floors
so the son could
become engineer
and my tutor

their story was newer
but nonetheless
similar hearkening
to my own parents

who fled in an
earlier time
not from jailers but
abject privation

the boy taught me well
and to this very day
more than fifty years
hence when I

contemplate chessmen
I ask myself
what would
Antonio do

 

 

(originally posted November 2013)

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