Hawk
So, I wrote a thing. It’s about painting but it’s about writing too.
There was a hawk trapped in Walmart.
This was several years ago.
I was there to buy house paint.
I waited at the counter and watched it as it sat high on a rafter beam.
Looking placid and out of place.
The woman mixing my paint said they've been trying to coax it back outside.
They were going to try luring it out with meat next.
After I paid for my paint and left, I thought about that hawk a lot.
I still do.
A purely wild creature.
In a jarring juxtaposition with the garish big box store.
I imagine my muse to be like that hawk.
A fierce and feral thing, waiting in the eaves of my cluttered head.
I feel her waiting for me to find the thing that could entice her down.
To tempt her to fly past the false colors of the domesticated,
to move her powerful wings, propel herself beyond the dull day-to-day.
Beyond the plastic. The temporary. The easy access. The instant gratification.
She blinks, bored, as I present fresh paints, a clean studio, a new canvas, a stack of books on how to be better, faster, clever, profitable.
She ruffles her wings and looks away.
I don’t think there is any one thing that will tempt her. Not a physical thing anyway.
I think I need to set up my easel in the Walmart parking lot and just paint.
If I do it every day, maybe she’ll get curious.
Maybe she’ll see that I mean it.
Maybe then she’ll find her way back to me.
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Honestly think being Canadian insulates me a little bit from the trap of "wahh I'm white I don't have culture" thanks to the perpetual cultural anxiety of Canada being absorbed by American culture that resulted in a bunch of anxious (mostly white) Canadians staunchly defining Canadian culture as Different™️ than American culture. (And that mid 60s push for defining Canadian culture resulted in things like a stronger CBC and the career of Margaret Atwood and other Canadian writers and artists and a whole host of other things)
My other thoughts on identifying culture is that it's easiest to recognize what's unique to you and your people when you're meeting other people. That goes from like, going to your friend's house for a sleepover as a kid and realizing that they have a whole different set of rules about dinner time to traveling in another country. And my general impression of Americans is that they're... insulated from encountering people who are different from them. There's more to it than that, and I have further thoughts that I need to mull over, but yeah. Talk to other people, pay attention to what's different, and start recognizing your own culture! You don't have to be proud of it necessarily, but neither are you required to feel ashamed about your own culture (which, since it's socially mediated, is largely beyond your individual responsibility!) Just. Be aware
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23-356 No Time Like the Present #6
Today’s Mandala Message: Adopt the Phrase ‘I Choose to…”
This week I’m working through Principle #63: Start Now!…Just Do it! of Jack Canfield’s book “The Success Principles”. I set my intention today to ponder the idea of changing my perspective regarding my projects and tasks. From MindTools.com about stopping procrastination they state: “Rephrase your internal dialog. The phrases “need to” and…
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Turn on "prevent third-party sharing" in your settings!
Go into your settings, click on your blog name, scroll down and enable "prevent third-party sharing". I'm gonna be honest, I question how much/if this even prevents any AI bullshit, but do it just in case anyway.
Edit: On Mobile it's the Settings Gear, Visibility, Prevent third-party sharing.
You have to turn that on for all your blogs separately.
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so one of the things that's so horrifying about birth control is that you have to, like, navigate this incredibly personal choice about your body and yet also face the epitome of misogyny. like, someone in the comments will say it wasn't that bad for me, and you'll be utterly silenced. like, everyone treats birth control like something that's super dirty. like, you have no fucking information or control over this thing because certain powerful people find it icky.
first it was the oral contraceptives. you went on those young, mostly for reasons unrelated to birth control - even your dermatologist suggested them to control your acne. the list of side effects was longer than your arm, and you just stared at it, horrified.
it made you so mentally ill, but you just heard that this was adulthood. that, yes, there are of course side effects, what did you expect. one day you looked up yasmin makes me depressed because surely this was far too intense, and you discovered that over 12,000 lawsuits had been successfully filed against the brand. it remains commonly prescribed on the open market. you switched brands a few times before oral contraceptives stopped being in any way effective. your doctor just, like, shrugged and said you could try a different brand again.
and the thing is that you're a feminist. you know from your own experience that birth control can be lifesaving, and that even when used for birth control - it is necessary healthcare. you have seen it save so many people from such bad situations, yourself included. it is critical that any person has access to birth control, and you would never suggest that we just get rid of all of it.
you were a little skeeved out by the implant (heard too many bad stories about it) and figured - okay, iud. it was some of the worst pain you've ever fucking experienced, and you did it with a small number of tylenol in your system (3), like you were getting your bikini line waxed instead of something practically sewn into your body.
and what's wild is that because sometimes it isn't a painful insertion process, it is vanishingly rare to find a doctor that will actually numb the area. while your doctor was talking to you about which brand to choose, you were thinking about the other ways you've been injured in your life. you thought about how you had a suspicious mole frozen off - something so small and easy - and how they'd numbed a huge area. you thought about when you broke your wrist and didn't actually notice, because you'd thought it was a sprain.
your understanding of pain is that how the human body responds to injury doesn't always relate to the actual pain tolerance of the person - it's more about how lucky that person is physically. maybe they broke it in a perfect way. maybe they happened to get hurt in a place without a lot of nerve endings. some people can handle a broken femur but crumble under a sore tooth. there's no true way to predict how "much" something actually hurts.
in no other situation would it be appropriate for doctors to ignore pain. just because someone can break their wrist and not feel it doesn't mean no one should receive pain meds for a broken wrist. it just means that particular person was lucky about it. it should not define treatment.
in the comments of videos about IUDs, literally thousands of people report agony. blinding, nauseating, soul-crushing agony. they say things like i had 2 kids and this was the worst thing i ever experienced or i literally have a tattoo on my ribs and it felt like a tickle. this thing almost killed me or would rather run into traffic than ever feel that again.
so it's either true that every single person who reports severe pain is exaggerating. or it's true that it's far more likely you will experience pain, rather than "just a pinch." and yet - there's nothing fucking been done about it. it kind of feels like a shrug is layered on top of everything - since technically it's elective, isn't it kind of your fault for agreeing to select it? stop being fearmongering. stop being defensive.
you fucking needed yours. you are almost weirdly protective of it. yours was so important for your physical and mental health. it helped you off hormonal birth control and even started helping some of your symptoms. it still fucking hurt for no fucking reason.
once while recovering from surgery, they offered you like 15 days of vicodin. you only took 2 of them. you've been offered oxy for tonsillitis. you turned down opioids while recovering from your wisdom tooth extraction. everything else has the option. you fucking drove yourself home after it, shocked and quietly weeping, feeling like something very bad had just happened. the nurse that held your hand during the experience looked down at you, tears in her eyes, and said - i know. this is cruelty in action.
and it's fucked up because the conversation is never just "hey, so the way we are doing this is fucking barbaric and doctors should be required to offer serious pain meds" - it's usually something around the lines of "well, it didn't kill you, did it?"
you just found out that removing that little bitch will hurt just as bad. a little pinch like how oral contraceptives have "some" serious symptoms. like your life and pain are expendable or not really important. like maybe we are all hysterical about it?
hysteria comes from the latin word for uterus, which is great!
you stand here at a crossroads. like - this thing is so important. did they really have to make it so fucking dangerous. and why is it that if you make a complaint, you're told - i didn't even want you to have this in the first place. we're told be careful what you wish for. we're told that it's our fault for wanting something so illict; we could simply choose not to need medication. that maybe if we don't like the scraps, we should get ready to starve.
we have been saying for so long - "i'm not asking you to remove the option, i'm asking you to reconsider the risk." this entire time we hear: well, this is what you wanted, isn't it?
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