#heal our land

[odijr]

#kari jobe #heal our land #youtube #christian music #single #the garden #Youtube

[naijagospel]

[VIDEO & AUDIO] "The Prayer" (Heal Our Land) - Ity’Praise

[VIDEO & AUDIO] “The Prayer” (Heal Our Land) – Ity’Praise

“The Prayer” (Heal Our Land) by Ity’Praise is a live studio recording of the cry of our hearts as a nation, and as a people, for God to heal our Land, deliver our world from evil, and restore peace amongst the nation of the world and the people whom he chose and created for His purpose. We’re trusting God that His Will alone be done in our Nation as we humble ourselves, pray and seek His face and…

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#Heal Our Land #Ity’Praise #Naija Gospel #The Prayer

[wingedblooms]

Secret, slumbering land

This meta is a continuation of theories (forbidden secrets, blooming dreams, bright as the dawn, and heart of the night court) about Elain’s connection to Wyrd and the land. This new thread focuses on the gentle healing land and lake that the sisters visit in their stories. Maasverse spoilers below, so please proceed with caution.

It seemed like a secret, slumbering land that time had forgotten. (acosf)

Both Feyre and Nesta visit a turquoise lake nestled in the mountains. Because their description is the same, this theory operates on the assumption that it is the same place. And since things come in threes in this series, Elain may visit this magical lake in her own story. When I reread the scenes with previous visits, I was struck by the language Sarah used to describe it—secret, slumbering, forgotten—and the clues those words might hold for Elain and Wyrd, the Stone Mother.

Secret

During the first visit to this lake, Azriel teaches Feyre to fly and shares their court philosophy on training, which is connected to a legend about Nephelle (more on that later). During this scene, Azriel is bathed in blinding sunlight and his shadows are gone. His appearance is stark and clear, readable.

In the blinding sun off the turquoise water, his shadows were gone, his face stark and clear. More human than I had ever seen him. “There’s no chance that I’ll be able to fly in the legions, is there?” I asked, kneeling beside him as he tended to my skinned palms with expert care and gentleness. The sun was brutal against his scars, hiding not one twisted, rippling splotch. (acowar)

@offtorivendell connected his appearance to the bonus chapter ages ago, and it is still one of my favorite metas. In that bonus chapter, we learn Azriel’s shadows are also prone to vanish around Elain.

Elain sucked in a soft breath that whispered over his skin. His shadows skittered back at the sound. They’d always been prone to vanish when she was around.  The golden necklace seemed ordinary—its chain unremarkable, the amulet tiny enough that it could be dismissed as an everyday charm. It was a small, flat rose fashioned of stained glass, designed so that when held to the light, the true depth of colors would become visible.  A thing of secret, lovely beauty. (Azriel’s bonus) 

He tells us he doesn't need to rely on his shadows to read her, so his deep trust and vulnerability might be the only explanation for his shadows' behavior, but they can also sense power and respond to it as power themselves. For example, if someone's power is related to music, they might sing or dance in response. What power, other than the revealing light of Truth, might cause them to vanish?

But even the silence weighed too heavily, and though the shadows kept him company, as they always had, as they always would, he found himself leaving the room. Entering the foyer. Soft steps padded from under the stair archway, and there she was.  The Faelights gilded Elain’s unbound hair, making her glow like the sun at dawn. She halted, her breath catching in her throat. (Azriel’s bonus) 

The Faelight reveals Elain's secret, lovely beauty: she glows like the sun at dawn. What do we know about dawn? In nature, dawn restores the light and awakens the earth. In the Maasverse, it is also associated with healing magic. And when we return to the lake in Nesta’s story, we learn it was once connected to healing. Healing light is bright and warm like the dawn; it has the power to pierce the darkness and outrace Death itself. It is pure life in its rawest form.

Sarah has repeatedly connected Elain to rebirth and renewal, especially in relation to Azriel: in his presence, she's the lovely fawn, vibrant spring behind her. Standing before Death. Even the headache tonic, a lighthearted remedy, serves as potential hint for this secret, lovely beauty: 

Then Azriel tipped his head back and laughed.  I’d never heard such a sound, deep and joyous. Cassian and Rhys joined him, the former grabbing the bottle from Azriel’s hand and examining it. “Brilliant,” Cassian said.  Elain smiled again, ducking her head.  Azriel mastered himself enough to say, “Thank you.” I’d never seen his hazel eyes so bright, the hues of green amid the brown and gray like veins of emerald. “This will be invaluable.” (acofas) 

Elain’s gift awakens life, veins of emerald, in the earthy brown and gray within his soul, just as she does in her own garden. It is no coincidence that Elain, who is most radiant in healing hues, glows like the sun at dawn in the dead of night. And Azriel is stark and clear before her just as he is about to finally allow himself a taste of pure life, of healing. In the wake of Elain’s healing presence, we even glimpse Azriel’s emotional scars through his internal dialogue. On healing journeys, lingering scars are faced and overcome rather than avoided. Some wounds require deep trust as the healer, patient as a gardener, walks the road with them on that journey. 

Slumbering

On our second visit to the lake, we learn the surrounding land is inhabited by ordinary faeries who prefer solitude. This immediately made me think about Elain, content and beautiful in her simple gardening dress, and Feyre’s comment about her clinging to Azriel for some peace and quiet. It would be fitting for them to come here in their story, to find joy and love and healing here together. And if I were to hand select a place for Rosehall, where someone like Azriel's mother could find solitude and healing, this would be it.

He knew these mountains well enough from flying over them for centuries: shepherds lived here, usually ordinary faeries who preferred the solitude of the towering green and brownish-black stones to more populated areas. The peaks weren’t as brutal and sharp as those in Illyria, but there was a presence to them that he couldn’t quite explain. Mor had once told him that long ago, these lands had been used for healing. That people injured in body and spirit had ventured to these hills, the lake they were now two and a half days from reaching, to recover. Perhaps that was why he’d come. Some instinct had remembered the healing, felt this land’s slumbering heart, and decided to bring Nesta here. 

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She’d never seen such a view. It seemed like a secret, slumbering land that time had forgotten. […] The mountains watched her, the river sang to her, as if guiding her onward to that lake. (acosf)

The mountains here aren't brutal and sharp, but they still have a powerful presence. Like the third sister. The mountains watched Nesta like a protective seer, and the river sang to her, as if guiding her onward to that lake, like Elain’s scent. Her scent is a sparkling river, a promise of spring, that guided Nesta to her. And what did Nesta find when she reached the source of that scent? Elain’s sharp angles, once like the Illyrian mountains after she was Made, were now replaced with softness. She glowed with health and her smile was bright as the sun. She also smells of jasmine and honey, which are soothing scents and herbs that have healing properties. 

Her sister’s delicate scent of jasmine and honey lingered in the red-stoned hall like a promise of spring, a sparkling river that she followed to the open doors of the chamber. Elain stood at the wall of windows, clad in a lilac gown whose close-fitting bodice showed how well her sister had filled out since those initial days in the Night Court. Gone were the sharp angles, replaced by softness and elegant curves. […] Her sister turned toward her, glowing with health. Elain’s smile was as bright as the setting sun beyond the windows. (acosf) 

In the span of a few pages, we're also told twice that this land is slumbering. Since it was once used for healing, it would make sense for healing magic to be at the core of its slumbering heart. Remember, the rawest form of healing magic is pure life and we just learned that Wyrd, the Stone Mother, was once blossoming with pure life. Elain’s wyrdcrown seems to mirror Stone Mother's creative powers in the form of sleeping buds:

She had no mental shields, no barriers. The gates to her mind…Solid iron, covered in vines of flowers—or it would have been. The blossoms were all sealed, sleeping buds tucked into tangles of leaves and thorns. (acowar)

This imagery of Elain’s power has always reminded me of the darkness of creation and rest Yrene receives guidance from while she bathes in Silba’s Womb, which she calls the slumbering heart of the earth. In the tog series, Silba was the goddess of healing and gentle deaths and Elain shares many connections with the healers who honor her. So, it’s possible slumbering simply means the land reflects the restful and restorative healing power of those who once lived on and fed the magic of the land. 

Slumbering or sleeping can also indicate dormant magic, which is something we’ve seen in both tog and cc. In tog, Dorian has raw magic and he can shape it into different things—phantom hands, shifting, healing, etc. His raw magic is sleeping in his heart before he explores it. 

“You have power in you, Prince. More power than you realize.” She touched his chest, tracing a symbol there, too, and some of the court ladies gasped. But Nehemia’s eyes were locked on his. “It sleeps,” she whispered, tapping his heart. “In here. When the time comes, when it awakens, do not be afraid.” She removed her hand and gave him a sad smile. “When it is time, I will help you.” With that, she walked away, the courtiers parting, then swallowing up her wake. He stared after the princess, wondering what her last words had meant. And why, when she said them, something ancient and slumbering deep inside him had opened an eye. (com)

We recently learned the Asteri poisoned the waters in Midgard with a parasite to feed off of the magic of its citizens. This parasite warped their magic and it is described as dormant and tethered as a result:

The Asteri had infected the water we consumed with a parasite. They’d poisoned the lakes and streams and oceans. The parasites burrowed their way into our bodies, warping our magic. (hofas) - Somehow, a barrier had been removed. One that had ordered him to stand down, to obey … It was nothing but ashes now. Only dominance remained. Untethered. But filling the void of that barrier with a rising, raging force— (Ithan’s magic, hofas) - Tharion withdrew. Lidia shook with rage and power. Tharion could feel it shuddering around him, rising up like a behemoth from the deep. What had that antidote woken in her? What had been taken during the Drop? And what had lain dormant, all this time? His water seemed to quail at it—like it knew something he didn’t. (Lidia’s magic, hofas) - Warm, bright magic answered. Healing magic, rising to the surface as if it had been dormant in his blood. He had no idea how to use it, how to do anything other than will it with a simple Save him. […] He willed that lovely, bright power to keep healing Ketos, though. (Ruhn’s magic, hofas)

Similarly, the Asteri pooled and imbued their magic in Wyrd to warp her purely creative magic. 

The Cauldron was of our world, our heritage. But upon arriving here, the Daglan captured it and used their powers to warp it. To turn it from what it had been into something deadlier. No longer just a tool of creation, but of destruction. And the horrors it produced…those, too, my parents would turn to their advantage. (hofas) - Those of us who ventured here found ways to amplify that power, thanks to the gifts of the land. We pooled our power, and imbued those gifts into the Cauldron so that it would work our will. We Made the Trove from it. And then bound the very essence of the Cauldron to the soul of this world.” (hofas)

Is it possible Elain’s sleeping buds, as a mirror of Wyrd’s original magic, represent what remains dormant, tethered?

“Or maybe it’s dormant, as the Cauldron is now asleep and safely hidden in Cretea with Drakon and Miryam. Her power could rise at any moment.” A chill skittered down Cassian’s spine. He trusted the Seraphim prince and the half-human woman to keep the Cauldron concealed, but there would be nothing they or anyone could do to control its power if awoken. (acosf)

In the scene above, Cassian and Rhysand are discussing Nesta’s powers. We learn that they aren’t dormant, which makes sense; they seem to represent the magic that the Asteri imbued into Wyrd to become a tool of death and destruction. That magic might be feeding off of Wyrd’s creative powers like a parasite and keep her half-awake, like the Fae in Midgard and, perhaps, the healing land: 

It was all so still, yet watchful, somehow. As if she were surrounded by something ancient and half-awake. As if each peak had its own moods and preferences, like whether the clouds clung to or avoided them, or trees lined their sides or left them bare. Their shapes were so odd and long that they looked as if behemoths had once lain down beside the rivers, pulled a rumpled blanket over themselves, and fallen asleep forever. (acosf)

Ancient, half-awake, behemoth. These terms are also used to describe Wyrd. The word behemoth in particular is associated with a primordial chaos monster in mythology and may be yet another potential hint that Chaos is Hel’s name for Wyrd.

The Under-King lounged on a throne beneath a behemoth statue of a figure holding a black metal bowl between her upraised hands. […] “And she,” the Under-King went on, gesturing to that unusual depiction of Urd towering above him, “was not a goddess, but a force that governed worlds. A cauldron of life, brimming with the language of creation. Urd, they call her here—a bastardized version of her true name. Wyrd, we called her in that old world.” (hofas)

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As they walked up those steps and entered a space that was a near-mirror to temples back home—indeed, its layout was identical to the last temple Hunt had stood in: Urd’s Temple. […] “The Temple of Chaos is a sacred place,” Apollion said sharply. “We shall never defile it with violence.” The words rumbled like thunder again. (hofas)

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But the Cauldron. As if some great sleeping beast opened an eye. The Cauldron seemed to sense us watching. Sense us there. (acowar)

@silverlinedeyes, @offtorivendell, and I believe Wyrd saw Elain as a kindred spirit and gifted her the language of creation with the hope that she could be the key to her freedom, her healing in body and spirit. Those original creative powers could include a deep connection with the earth (earth magic), divine sense (seer abilities), fluid form and movement (travel and shifting), and healing, pure life and world-building power. Elain might already be testing the boundaries of that creative magic, learning to shape it into different things (explaining her mysterious appearances).

Elain may also need to bring her sisters together to help Wyrd. They represent the three faces of the Mother together and have been marked by her from the beginning of the series. When Feyre physically healed the Cauldron with the help of Rhysand, she cupped her hands and became the first face of the Mother. Nesta became the second face of the Mother when she healed Feyre and Nyx with the Trove. And the healing lake appears to hint at Elain's role, the third face of the Mother:

Nesta cleared the hill that Cassian had mounted ahead, and a sparkling, turquoise lake spread before them. It lay slightly sunken between two peaks, as if a pair of green hands had been cupped to hold the water within them. Gray stones lined its shore. (acosf)

This is our first earthen depiction of the Stone Mother. Someone with green fingers or a green thumb is skilled at gardening. Gardeners provide gentle order to pure, blossoming life with their green hands. And we already know, thanks to Rhys and Feyre, that Elain won’t hesitate to get her hands dirty—stained green, even—for a pretty result. 

When Elain's creative magic rises in her story, will it flow like a sparkling river, unfurl like a bloom, to awaken the soul of the earth? Could it soothe Azriel’s icy rage and bring true spring and healing to Ramiel, softening its sharp angles when its heart, Wyrd, is finally restored? Only time will tell.

Forgotten

The land is also described as a place time had forgotten and, as I mentioned earlier, it's where Azriel shared the story of Nephelle—the one who had been passed over, who had been forgotten—while he tended to Feyre's wounds after a fall during flying practice.

Nephelle, who had been passed over, who had been forgotten…She outraced death itself. […] And yet her too-small wingspan, that deformed wing…they did not fail her. Not once. Not for one wing beat. (acowar)

Nephelle wanted to be a warrior, but was turned away due to her small wingspan. So, she made herself indispensable as a cartographer and excelled at finding the most geographically advantageous positions for their armies. And now that hofas has been released, we know earth magic can be used to locate the best geographical locations:

…those with earth magic were sent ahead to scout lands [...] Not only the best geographical locations, but magical ones, too. They could sense the ley lines—the channels of energy running throughout the land, throughout Midgard. They told the Asteri to build their cities where several of the lines met, at natural crossroads of power, and picked those places for the Fae to settle, too. But they selected Avallen just for the Fae. To be their personal, eternal stronghold.” (hofas)

Those with earth magic are deeply connected to the land and their creative power flows freely in places where the natural magic in the land is untethered. Is it possible Nephelle excelled at finding the best locations because she possessed earth magic? And could that come into play in the next story if Elain possesses earth magic as part of her creative powers?

Despite being perceived as weak, Nephelle outraced death itself with her small wingspan to save Miryam. Her miraculous rescue inspired the Night Court's philosophy toward training: 

I raised a brow. Azriel shrugged. “We—Rhys, Cass, and I—will occasionally remind each other that what we think to be our greatest weakness can sometimes be our biggest strength. And that the most unlikely person can alter the course of history.”  “The Nephelle Philosophy.” (acowar) 

We saw this philosophy in action at the final battle with Hybern when Elain raced against death itself and appeared out of nowhere with Truth-Teller to protect her family. Like Nephelle, she was and still is passed over, forgotten.

Elain is pleasant to look at, her mother had once mused while Nesta sat beside her dressing table, a servant silently brushing her mother’s gold-brown hair, but she has no ambition. She does not dream beyond her garden and pretty clothes. (Nesta's memory of Mama Archeron, acosf)

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"Go back to Feyre and your little garden." (Nesta to Elain, acosf)

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Elain said, "Then I will find it. I might require some time to...reacquaint myself with my powers, but I could start today." "Absolutely not," Nesta spat, fingers curling at her sides. "Absolutely not." "Why?" Elain demanded. "Shall I tend to my little garden forever?" When Nesta flinched, Elain said, "You can't have it both ways. You cannot resent my decision to lead a small, quiet life while also refusing to let me do anything greater." "Then go off on adventures," Nesta said. "Go drink and fuck strangers. But stay away from the Cauldron." (Elain and Nesta's exchange, acosf)

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Elain in black was ridiculous. Yes, she was beautiful, but the color of her long-sleeved, modest gown leeched the brightness from her face. It wore her, rather than the other way around. And he knew the cruelty of the Hewn City troubled her. But she hadn’t hesitated to come. When Feyre had offered to let her remain home, Elain had squared her shoulders and declared that she was a part of this court—and would do whatever was needed. So Elain had let her golden-brown hair down tonight, and pinned it back with twin combs of pearl. He’d never once in the two years he’d known her found Elain to be plain, but wearing black, no matter how much she claimed to be part of this court…It sucked the life from her. (Cassian's observation, acosf)

These quotes hit differently with the release of hofas. @offtorivendell and @willowmeres seem to be on track with their theories that the warped magic of Hewn City affected Elain's creative magic. What if she reflects the magic of the land around her, and when that magic is warped or tethered, her physical appearance mirrors it? Is this another sign she will be able to use the language of creation to unearth Prythian’s secrets, forgotten by time? And maybe, like the legendary Nephelle, the things that Elain is viewed as weak for—her little garden, a symbol of her care for and connection to the land, and her appearance, a reflection of what was forgotten—actually become her family's biggest strength.

#hofas spoilers #elain archeron #maasverse theory #the language of creation #wyrd and her sacred land #the healing lake and land #secret slumbering forgotten #where Rosehall is tucked away #azriel shadowsinger #elriel #feyre archeron #nesta archeron #three faces of the mother #marked by wyrd #wyrd = cauldron mother fate #she is the stone mother #nephelle 🤝 elain #the nephelle philosophy #our greatest weakness can be our biggest strength

[xxconnection]

from Lesbian Connection November/December 2002: Volume 25 Issue 3

photo from kaygardner.com

the obituaries is a section i usually flip right past in every Lesbian Connection magazine, but when I stumbled into this one it gave me pause. i never met Kay Gardner, but she is incredibly special to me. the womyn who holds song circles for my group learned about song circles from Kay, and makes a point to honor her in each circle. singing Kay's songs fills me with love and pride, the lesbian kind. she spent her life traveling around the world, teaching about the healing properties of music and love. she reminds me that singing is a radical act. she is an inspiration to me and my sisters. thank you Kay.

#lesbian history #women's land #kay gardner #samhain #sound healing #our foremother #a river of birds in migration #a nation of women with wings #Spotify

[ladyluscinia]

Actually I've thought about it more and I think the idea that Izzy deliberately chooses to try and hurt Edward "as soon as he realizes he's healing" is functionally impossible. This level of malice would require Izzy to know and recognize in Ed what counts as healthy emotional behaviors after a heartbreak, and I don't think anyone - apologist or hater - actually believes he has the emotional intelligence for that.

Where would he have learned this? How would he know when to strike? Are you suggesting the toxic little repression gremlin does have Lucius levels of emotional understanding and merely chooses to use them for evil???

#our flag means death #also edward isn't displaying any healing behaviors to recognize but *if he was* #hysterically funny to imagine izzy would have any idea what those were in order to distinguish when 'healthy' begins #maybe when he starts eating the sweet food? no he's crying again. singing about feelings??? except the song is really sad #does crying become healthy when you cry with company or does the healing involve just less crying overall??? #a blind man who lands a hit was still shooting completely blind and i don't think you can credit his targeting ability as proof of evil #🤣🤣🤣 #izzy hands ofmd #ladyluscinia

[creepykuroneko]

Whenever I see asian, brown, and/or black Americans reinforcing, supporting, and upholding racism, colonization, imperialism, colorism, and any other belief system that not only harms them directly but other non-white communities as well and they still want to claim that they themselves are POC and face discrimination I feel bitter disgust towards them.

#yeah I know the oppression Olympics aren't real #everyone has their own problems #but the way so many Asian Americans contribute to colonization of the USA #refuse to admit they are guilty of anti-black racism and won't even acknowledge the Native American genocide really upsets me #then of course there's the colorism that every single Community is guilty of #don't even need to explain that one #the fact that my fellow brown people are also guilty of anti-black racism is upsetting as I feel we should be allies #and let's be honest there are black Republicans out there #whether it be through self-hatred or combination of multiple factors a lot of black people don't want to see other black people succeed #plus I've seen my share of black people on the Internet Posting pictures of themselves in red face for Halloween or #talking about how if Pocahontas was real she would be a black woman #fucken really? #plus many middle class and higher Asian Americans and African Americans don't want to acknowledge who's stolen land theyre living on #i 100% agree African-American should receive reparations from the US government #but I see people talking about how they deserve to have a plot of land and that makes me uneasy #of course there was that whole Asian American vs African American violence during the covid shutdowns #white supremacist love to see anyone who is not white tear each other down because it makes their job easier #I know we have our history between all of us that has left scars that never healed #I just find it so sad that we as a whole are still tearing each other down instead of trying to do better #I don't know how to properly explain this without going into a long ass historic rant #plus I don't want to #no energy #just wanted to get some thoughts out of my head

[chennnington]

So after playing Elden Ring for, uhm 30 minutes and then going back to Skyrim, I wondered what made me abandon it (for the day). Sure, part of it is the new controls. I love knowing what I'm doing and with a new game it obviously takes some time to get there, to move the way I wanna move and to know what the hell is going on.

But I don't think it was just that. I think it was also the way the game started. I get told in a cut scene that I wanna find the pieces of the Elden Ring. Okay cool. What is that? Why do I want it? Please don't just tell me what I want. Make me want to do it myself. Now it just feels like some chore. There's no internal motivation for me to find that Ring, whatever it is. Why not throw me into this world, let me run around a bit and then give me the exposition while I'm playing? I mean, maybe I quit too soon (cause I died cause I suck) and all that stuff is still gonna happen, but for now the game lost me.

#elden ring #some voice in the opening scene: 'you want to find the Elden Ring!' #me: 'do I want that though?' #I mean take Enderal for example. you shipwreck and strand in a foreign land where you wanted to start a new life #with your now-dead best friend. okay. sucks. let's see what this country is about #oh no I have a fever. let's find a way to heal that fever. oh no it's not a normal fever but magic fever. also hey btw the world is ending #and you kinda fit into the picture as the one we need to stop this. join our club please and help #by then I already care about the world and the characters so yep I do want to save the world #and the dude who tells me to is condescending and annoying so yay extra emotion! #I mean okay that's an unfair comparison cause Enderal is the best game ever and I played it 10+ times #plus I already knew the controls and the game mechanics cause Skyrim #but please make me care! #external motivation only works when I get paid to do the thing! #all you give me is runes and I'm not even sure what they are. currency maybe? yeah cool I have no idea what to buy anyway

[bandofchimeras]

listen do you think it's out on a limb to believe that for us who r disconnected from indigenous/land wise lifeways by capitalism, colonialist outlooks, etc, animal spirits and people's cultural spirits r working their way back into our empty anasthetized culture & hearts thru furries ravers therians otherkin dollmakers n artists

#like they got pushed away and hurt and sterilized and sanitized out of our minds ecosystems #and now theyre working their way back thru those who will channel them #n fascists want 2 stamp them out #like their violence towards Indigenous people especially those living with land that is resource rich #who they want to rob and exploit #is also carried over to anyone attempting cultural healing in their own hegemonic culture #like queerphobia is a side effect of ruptured relationship with land and non human peoples #i just Feel this in my Bones

[hyukxs]

i’m thinking about prince skz and i just 😔😔 my longing to be a princess is strong

#juley.txt #like minho why can’t you be a prince from a faraway land that meets my eye and you suddenly fall head over heals for me #but i’m just a commoner so the world won’t let us be together #so youabdicate the throne to be with me and live the simple life #and we have a cute cottage on the coast with all our cats

[neurotypical-karen]

Obviously I'm coming from a USAmerican perspective but. The idea that the Healthiest State of Nature is one where humans don't touch anything, the fact that there are "designated wilderness areas." The fact that we have the CONCEPT of ""pristine wilderness""" it's ALL fake. And I know most if us on here know that,, but fuck I haven't even fully internalized it, and I'm studying Natural Resources for a living. We are a hyperintelligent apex predator that spread to every inch of the continent over 15,000 years ago. And I still have this idea of an untouched wilderness kicking around in my head.

#theres genuinely sooo little research into how indigenous people have shaped the land (at least in the americas) #but what we DO have is literally mindblowing to what we are taught socially and in school #its also very fascinating and beautiful #and has SO much potential to heal the way we interact with our environment #even in the places where we're actively trying to restore/maintain natural resources #we are operating so blind without this knowledge being constantly pressed inti our heads #also man the fact that buffalo are barely around anymore. is GENUINELY so fucked up.

[auressea]

Pow Wow photos..

Am home from The Songhees Nation Powwow, held to honour the survivors of the residential school system in so called 'Canada', and all the many children who never came home at all.

Every Child Matters.

..anyway, my computer has decided that there is NO Bluetooth function. it simply 'evaporated' over night I guess>? and I have to sort that out before I can share my pictures of the lovely and compassionate outpouring of support.

If you or your loved ones are effected by today's events and activities, please seek support!

The Indian Residential School Survivor Society maintains a hotline for residential school survivors who are in crisis. The 24-hour a day crisis line can be reached at 1-800-721-0066.

Individuals impacted by the issue of Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women and Girls can contact the MMIWG Crisis Line toll-free at 1-844-413-6649.

First Nations, Inuit and Métis seeking immediate emotional support can contact the Hope for Wellness Help Line toll-free at 1-855-242-3310, or by online chat at hopeforwellness.ca.

#my life #home #PNW #unSURRENDERED LANDS #Songhees First Nation #so called 'canada' #indigenous people #culture #traditional dance #MMIWG #healing path #all our relations #residential schools tw #survivors #my pics

[odijr]

#youtube #christian music #heal our land #kari jobe #lyric video #lyrics

[sysig]

I haven’t been talking about it because I’ve just kinda been vibing, but progress through EarthBound has been going quite well thanks

#WPEB #I just unlocked the Scaraba Pyramid! Literally just walked through the door and save/quit lol #I wasn't expecting the last two Sanctuaries to be so back-to-back! #Then again I've been a teensy bit more liberal with my hint usage because the game's not been giving much indication of where to go next #Like ''Oh you landed in a new location cool! Go back to the Dinosaur Museum from two areas ago'' what #It was fun to get to see some locations I'd seen in fanart tho :D And to finally get to the area behind the department store! #The Dalaam cave was kinda creepy tho - not a huge challenge or anything but the BGs and music kinda freaked me out lol #Paula is such a beast tho ah ♥ She's so cool our resident glass cannon #Literally took out the Dalaam Sanctuary Guardian or what have you in three Freeze Omegas heck yeah #It was kinda funny going from getting TKO'd by the Kraken to clearing two Sanctuaries in a row lol #Poo is finally leveled up enough to take a turn and have it mean something #Still not entirely sure what niche he's supposed to fit into :0 Battle Cleric maybe? #Tbh only Paula and Ness seem to take up an exact niche lol #Jeff was basically useless until he fixed the Hungry HP Sucker my beloved ♥ #Literally every turn for him I never have to heal him and it's a multi attack I love multi attacks so much #Anyway anyway anyway #WPVG

[samafricanreporter]

We are a South African Christian charity founded in 2011, motivated by compassion and social well-being i.e. medical, education and bursary support, food and shelter assistance, disaster relief, and all other activities beneficial to the public interest and or common good through raising of funds, the formation of long- and short-term partnerships and solicitation of sponsorships. Pastor Alph Lukau. KZN FLOODS AL Foundation went down to Durban, KwaZulu-Natal to give much needed donations to the victims of the floods. The donations were received by the Mayor of eThekwini. AL FOUNDATION PROJECTS"- 1 SOUTH AFRICAN COVID-19 PANDEMIC Our country, like the rest of the world is grappling with the effects of the Covid19 pandemic which saw the President of the Republic of South Africa announcing a complete economic and social lockdown of the country on the 26th March to date with gradual levels but still with tight regulations. Pastor Alph Lukau.

2 HEAL OUR LAND MARCH The Heal Our Land MARCH was a great success and signaled a CHANGE in our country and worldwide.

MOZAMBIQUE CYCLONE RELIEF The AL Foundation and Alleluia Ministries International extended a helping hand to the survivors of Cyclone Idai in Mozambique as it is always done to any other victims of natural disasters.

CHILDREN’S MINISTRY Every weekend we find ourselves with hundreds of children from different walks of life at our church premises, coming along with their families to AMI to fellowship. More than half of these children are sent without necessities such as lunch packs, toiletries, and proper/adequate clothing. Alph Lukau

FEEDING SCHEMES Currently, we offer services to our surrounding locations such as Alexandra, Soweto, Tembisa, Cosmos City and Limpopo children’s and old age homes. However, we wish to extend help to more areas across the country and beyond with better permanent solutions. Pastor Alph Lukau

SOCIAL CAUSES We utilize the seasons in our country in our plan to continue to combat issues relating to poverty and as an effort to rewrite the future. The legacy of the AL Foundation will live on in generations to come through our process of social enlistment.

EDUCATIONAL ASSISTANCE We have centered this program around children who do not have families of close relatives to care for them, but also taking into consideration those individuals who have families but lack the resources.

HOUSING AND CONSTRUCTION A cause that is very close to our hearts, is to assist underprivileged people living in unimaginable bad conditions with better housing structures. It is clear to all of us that a life without secure housing is a life without basic needs being met.

MEDICAL SUPPORT Another important objective of the AL Foundation is to help the sick gain back their health, but also develop health care facilities in order to reduce the incidence of diseases among poverty-stricken families and communities. Pastor Alph Lukau

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[wiisagi-maiingan]

If you can recognize how much of North America was cultivated over thousands of years by indigenous people, then you also need to recognize that a significant chunk of "wilderness" here is dependent on human intervention to thrive.

There are countless plants and fungi, from mushrooms to grasses to trees, that have been proven to do best when regularly harvested, whether it's because harvest makes them release seeds or clears away dead growth or provides more light to younger plants, cultivation means that harvesting is often to the benefit of the plant.

Which means that you also have to recognize that locking those plants away from people, even with the best intentions, can actually do horrible damage to their populations and to existing ecosystems.

There isn't an easy solution to this problem. Proper foraging isn't something that most people are taught anymore and many of these plants do not have significant enough populations right now to survive excessive harvest.

But going forward, as we work on restoring ecosystems and helping our planet (and our relationships to the land) heal, then we need to acknowledge that humans and nature are not separate entities and that we've always been dependent on each other.

#slightly passive aggressive post about tags on my national parks post

[inkskinned]

the problem is that being single is seen as the consolidation prize, and not the natural neutral state of being-a-person. at the end of the movie or the book or the poetry, there is a person waiting for you at the altar, and they love you. if the play is a comedy, everyone gets married. the metaphor is about how you are not-whole. the metaphor is about how everyone is going to be happily-ever-after. the metaphor is that romantic love is the most important resource on the planet, not just all-love. all-love is not a thing, that is a disappointment. the treasure is not the friends we made along the way. the treasure is the girl you landed.

the metaphor is that you cannot be alone, that means you are broken. are you getting over someone? that is acceptable, you can be getting over someone, but not for long. you must be single because you would rather not be single. you must be single and looking to not-be-single. you must want to date, eventually.

friendship and community are never seen as being equal-to or even-better than romantic connection. that person is your one! you need to find them. you need to hunt through the sand particles until you can shift out some kind of gem. this is regardless to your own experience of the beach and the sun. you need to be somewhere with someone.

if you are taking this time alone to heal, that is so sad. everyone gives you this little pitying look. the understanding is that you are not actually happier than you were before you were single. it is seen as a sort of pity - oh, you are choosing yourself, making yourself the priority? - that isn't quite right. you must mean that you are making yourself ready for the right person. you are just laying the bed better this time. open up your heart. you'll find them, we promise!

what do you mean you're really-truly genuinely-very happy? you are probably misremembering what it was like to be in a relationship. and besides, once you meet your person, that time will look grey and bland and wasted. your person is the only way for you to see in color. so what if you have taken this time - for the first time in your entire life - to actually-for-real do the fucking work. you can be proud of yourself, sure. but the way we need to know that you got better is that you get a partner. you're healed enough for the next bad part!

people don't choose to be single, they just say they're choosing to be single - they actually mean "nobody wants to date me." it doesn't matter how many people you have gently rejected or how many times you've talked it over carefully in therapy. what matters is that you are single, and by all accounts - that means you are something worth our pity. your successes and life all seem pale in the sunlight. sure, you have done amazing things and finally found your way in life. what matters is that there wasn't a person in the room with you while you did it.

you want to tell them - that's the whole thing. i didn't know how to be alone in the room. i didn't know how to handle the silence. every moment was so sharp, and i kept choosing the wrong way to close the door. i have spent my entire life in the empty well, living in the ricochet of someone else's cruelty. for once i have built myself a ladder. for once everything i taste is all mine, every bite of sunshine and laughter. i have learned how to sleep out in the open with my memories. recently, they have started to purr.

your father rolls his eyes. listen. this isn't about you. i just want a grandchild in my future.

#writeblr #i actually didn't want a girlfriend before nat #and my dad recently said to me - raquel. i don't approve of the promiscuity #1. i am 30. #2. i had casually dated about 4 people over 18 months. #3. i do believe he was just mad that i get more girls than he ever did #i had to look this 60 yr old deacon in the eye and say. okay so i have a girlfriend first of all im just not tellin yall about her #and secondly. #OKAY???? OLD MAN I DONT EVEN LIVE HERE WHAT ARE U GONNA DO ABOUT IT #briefly considered asking nat if i could pretend we were a one night stand kind of a thing