July 16, 2010 § 2 Comments
guerilla mama medicine
marijuana and morning sickness
how can someone have a self induced abor
poison as medicine
i cant afford an abortion
“crisis in the crib”
July 14, 2010 § Leave a comment
aaminah highly recommended this interview and i found it online. really beautiful conversation between alice walker and pema chodron
Pema Chödrön: Is there any use in suffering? I think the reason I am so taken by these teachings is that they are based on using suffering as good medicine, like the Buddhist metaphor of using poison as medicine. It’s as if there’s a moment of suffering that occurs over and over and over again in every human life. What usually happens in that moment is that it hardens us; it hardens the heart because we don’t want any more pain. But the lojong teachings say we can take that very moment and flip it. The very thing that causes us to harden and our suffering to intensify can soften us and make us more decent and kinder people.
That takes a lot of courage. This is a teaching for people who are willing to cultivate their courage. What’s wonderful about it is that you have plenty of material to work with. If you’re waiting for only the high points to work with, you might give up, but there’s an endless succession of suffering.
One of the main teachings of the Buddha was the truth of dukha, which is usually translated as “suffering.” But a better translation might be “dissatisfaction.” Dissatisfaction is inherent in being human; it’s not some mistake that you or I have made as individuals. Therefore, if we can learn to catch that moment, to relax with it, dissatisfaction doesn’t need to keep escalating. In fact it becomes the seed of compassion, the seed of loving kindness.
July 13, 2010 § Leave a comment
coming soon to a computer screen and mailbox near you. outlaw midwives zine. featuring visual art, poems, essays, and practical tips from women globally. about abortion, pregnancy, birth, and babyhood, colonialism, structural violence, anti-oppression work, and revolutionary love. stay tuned!
zine will be available for free online in a couple of days. and for a reasonable price a limited edition print copy will be available starting in early september.
btw aza says hi. ;)
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July 13, 2010 § 2 Comments
my grandmother has dementia, my cousin tells me. she is one of the few people in the world who loved me for being me. and nothing else. not perfect (for example homophobic) but at her best light and wisdom and clarity that saw through the surface of the world to capture the truth of a moment.
i would stay with her in south carolina during the summers. she protected me from my family and a world that insisted there was something wrong with that little girl who sat in the corner, read books, wrote poems to herself, drew pictures and took long walks. too quiet, too introverted, too weird. she gave me space. she was the first person to explain racism to me. at night we would sit up after everyone had gone to sleep and talk until one of us dropped into dreams.
she was the only person in my family (other than my lil brother) who actually thought me going to palestine was a good thing. and basically told the rest of my family (with all of their side comments and glaring ignorance) that they did not know what they were talking about. i still have pictures of that christmas hanging on our dining room walls.
i am grateful that there is nothing left unsaid between us.
and i wonder what world she lives in now.
July 13, 2010 § 5 Comments
the strange thing about being an atheist is well other atheists and other theists. i was trying to put my finger on what felt off to me and i think it is this:
talking to people who arent artists about spirituality or god is like talking to someone who doesnt speak my language. artists, for the most part, spend a lot of time in touch with an intuitive sense of how the world fits together. talking to someone about spirituality who treats intuitive understanding, that flash of ‘this’ or ‘yes’ or ‘right’ when looking at the world, as a rare event, i don’t understand where their spirituality, their sense of totality, their sense that the whole is greater than the parts, i dont understand where that sense is grounded.
non-artist spirituality seems to become a bunch of rules and dogmas. of authorities, of fears, of hopes, of memory verses, of parables.
i was thinking about this as i was wondering what do i believe, what am i loyal to, if not a god. really, not even a ‘higher power’. i realized i am loyal to my intuition. i spend a lot of time waiting to hear it. and i see that that loyalty pays off in ways that i cannot imagine in the moment as i am simply practicing my disciplines.
and when i dont listen to it, man, do i get burned sometimes.
July 12, 2010 § 1 Comment
1. nadia writes a much needed (to me) post on the iconoclast. oh, is that what you call it…or call me…i do feel like i wear ‘controversy all over my body’ when i am in social groups. im not trying to do so. but practicing radical honesty. seems to have etched itself onto my very skin.
Everyone in the community agrees except her. Everyone pledges allegiance and she doesn’t. She doesn’t go along with it. Society isolates the iconoclast. But tries to play a mind game with her, saying she is the one who isolates them. All she has to do is speak one word to make everyone in the vicinity uncomfortable. No one is ready for the repercussions of what she has said.
She doesn’t even have to speak. Just being her. Looking that way. She wears controversy all over her body, everyone can see. Unable to think through the un-same-ness, normal people’s minds just collapse. They don’t want her around…
2. derrick jensen in his latest essay for orion quotes his friend…
As my artist and writer friend Stephanie McMillan wrote in her essay “Artists: Raise Your Weapons”: “If we lived in a time of peace and harmony, then creating escapist, serotonin-boosting hits of mild amusement wouldn’t be a crime. If all was well, such art might enhance our happy existence. There’s nothing wrong with pleasure or decorative art. But in times like these, for an artist not to devote her/his talents and energies to creating cultural weapons of resistance is a betrayal of the worst magnitude, a gesture of contempt against life itself. It is unforgivable.”
as i am finishing up the outlaw midwives zine, i needed to read this quote. i have dedicated the month of july to ‘getting my shit done’. which basically means not over indulging in ‘escapist, serotonin-boosting hits of mild amusement’. or as i say ‘there is only so much i can take of the sparkly glittery parties. i have discovered, re-discovered, that i would honestly rather be sitting on the floor with glue, tape, pen, paper, scissors ‘creating cultural weapons of resistance’ than to performing witty with people whose names i barely remember the next morning.
in the meantime, go to thaura zine distro and order a copy of aaminah’s new zine ‘jewels for survival’. support cultures of resistance in this day and age.