Recent changes to this wiki:

calendar update
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calendar update
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diff --git a/archives/2016/02.mdwn b/archives/2016/02.mdwn
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diff --git a/archives/2016/03.mdwn b/archives/2016/03.mdwn
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diff --git a/archives/2016/04.mdwn b/archives/2016/04.mdwn
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diff --git a/archives/2016/05.mdwn b/archives/2016/05.mdwn
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diff --git a/archives/2016/06.mdwn b/archives/2016/06.mdwn
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calendar update
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diff --git a/archives/2015/02.mdwn b/archives/2015/02.mdwn
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diff --git a/archives/2015/04.mdwn b/archives/2015/04.mdwn
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creating tag page tags/person
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diff --git a/index.mdwn b/index.mdwn
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-Tap Water Bible
 
-When the blind woman truly accepts that she is blind, then she truly sees and understands her world to the best of her ability.
-
-
-The curious person might ask why I decided to sell my car and to use that part of my budget to move to public housing. At a critical point my mother called it impulsive. Maybe if I made the decision at night when I often coil in despair, that would have stopped me. But I chose this course in the lap lane, on yesterday, a turning point when I moved from swimming an hour to counting 25 back and forth laps in the pool and noting the time it took me.
-
-
-Last night though, all that I could think was that I am autistic. I am autistic and bipolar, a combination that puts my emotions at a war for communication with the people around me. I am likely autistic because of a 31 score in a non-diagnosing online test, and I am an extreme bipolar, and I am fat and sometimes I think I would be better off dead. I have a problem where I sometimes eat nonstop for over an hour and I compare my self pity with my siblings who have excelled. I want to know why no one told me I am autistic, though once or twice I was asked. My own therapist told me I am not. I went to bed last night with those thoughts in my head after trying to drown my sorrows with an unsustainable volume of Equal Justice on TV.
-
-
-But then, after cleaning the car which I am giving back to my father and dealer, and a bit of encouragement from Mom, I walked to the Y for my morning swim.
-
-
-A swim routine, I imagine, is like any athletic routine. It is enthralling to have one which is really improving since my counting 25 laps yesterday and the addition of walking to get there and home.
-
-
-On the way there, I saw a beautiful goldfinch couple perched and flitting on an electrical wire. So I paused to do what that particular bird elicits in me, I smiled, inspired, moved to enjoy each moment of my day. Bluebirds traditionally bring me hope and blue herons are holy, crows and starlings humble me and I see myself in robins, which is my middle name. So as I passed the goldfinch, I took in a sort of appreciation for life.
-
-
-In the pool I have come to admire and love the lifeguards, all of whom I know by name. I told Marcy I was set on swimming a good workout and defeating my “chatting problem” which she understood and concurred just a second before I pushed into the wonderful water. Since my awareness of counting my laps was heightened, I moved forward at a steady pace thinking about numbers. I began to imagine my nonnumerical thoughts as words on a page and laps as page numbers. Slowly, surely, I approached the halfway point. Like a bookmark, I realized the similarity between reading a good book, appreciating each moment, and not wanting the words to run out, while simultaneously aspiring to complete the book, the work out, everything.
-
-
-I got to 25 with no sweat known to me, especially due to the water. Looking to the clock, I had 15 additional minutes left in my chlorinated workout. My chit chatty nature kicked in and I bragged to the Hannah and Marcy just how far along I was in my tap water Bible. These are two incredibly good women and it has taken a lot of work for me to get this far with them in whatever you would call our human interaction or relationship. They suggested I swim 5 more.
-
-
-Now that I have walked to the Y, now that I took off my glasses, now that I have swum 30 laps, now that I realize my gratitude for the lifeguards and my family and my friend Karen who is perpetually encouraging, and over the bridge again on the other side, I am not surprised to be humbled by starlings and crows on the way home.
-
-
-My disabilities are just limits. Knowing my limitations makes me stronger. Now I may travel on knowing how little I am and how great it is.

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+++ b/index.mdwn
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+Tap Water Bible
 
+When the blind woman truly accepts that she is blind, then she truly sees and understands her world to the best of her ability.
+
+
+The curious person might ask why I decided to sell my car and to use that part of my budget to move to public housing. At a critical point my mother called it impulsive. Maybe if I made the decision at night when I often coil in despair, that would have stopped me. But I chose this course in the lap lane, on yesterday, a turning point when I moved from swimming an hour to counting 25 back and forth laps in the pool and noting the time it took me.
+
+
+Last night though, all that I could think was that I am autistic. I am autistic and bipolar, a combination that puts my emotions at a war for communication with the people around me. I am likely autistic because of a 31 score in a non-diagnosing online test, and I am an extreme bipolar, and I am fat and sometimes I think I would be better off dead. I have a problem where I sometimes eat nonstop for over an hour and I compare my self pity with my siblings who have excelled. I want to know why no one told me I am autistic, though once or twice I was asked. My own therapist told me I am not. I went to bed last night with those thoughts in my head after trying to drown my sorrows with an unsustainable volume of Equal Justice on TV.
+
+
+But then, after cleaning the car which I am giving back to my father and dealer, and a bit of encouragement from Mom, I walked to the Y for my morning swim.
+
+
+A swim routine, I imagine, is like any athletic routine. It is enthralling to have one which is really improving since my counting 25 laps yesterday and the addition of walking to get there and home.
+
+
+On the way there, I saw a beautiful goldfinch couple perched and flitting on an electrical wire. So I paused to do what that particular bird elicits in me, I smiled, inspired, moved to enjoy each moment of my day. Bluebirds traditionally bring me hope and blue herons are holy, crows and starlings humble me and I see myself in robins, which is my middle name. So as I passed the goldfinch, I took in a sort of appreciation for life.
+
+
+In the pool I have come to admire and love the lifeguards, all of whom I know by name. I told Marcy I was set on swimming a good workout and defeating my “chatting problem” which she understood and concurred just a second before I pushed into the wonderful water. Since my awareness of counting my laps was heightened, I moved forward at a steady pace thinking about numbers. I began to imagine my nonnumerical thoughts as words on a page and laps as page numbers. Slowly, surely, I approached the halfway point. Like a bookmark, I realized the similarity between reading a good book, appreciating each moment, and not wanting the words to run out, while simultaneously aspiring to complete the book, the work out, everything.
+
+
+I got to 25 with no sweat known to me, especially due to the water. Looking to the clock, I had 15 additional minutes left in my chlorinated workout. My chit chatty nature kicked in and I bragged to the Hannah and Marcy just how far along I was in my tap water Bible. These are two incredibly good women and it has taken a lot of work for me to get this far with them in whatever you would call our human interaction or relationship. They suggested I swim 5 more.
+
+
+Now that I have walked to the Y, now that I took off my glasses, now that I have swum 30 laps, now that I realize my gratitude for the lifeguards and my family and my friend Karen who is perpetually encouraging, and over the bridge again on the other side, I am not surprised to be humbled by starlings and crows on the way home.
+
+
+My disabilities are just limits. Knowing my limitations makes me stronger. Now I may travel on knowing how little I am and how great it is.

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-Naturalists/Luddites 
 
-Flying by Ken pushing his blades<br/>
-I think he saw the glimmer of my painted nails<br/>
-Silver beads of life jolting up towards the sun.

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-Naturalists
+Naturalists/Luddites 
 
-Flying by Ken 
-I think he saw the glimmer of my painted nails
+Flying by Ken pushing his blades<br/>
+I think he saw the glimmer of my painted nails<br/>
 Silver beads of life jolting up towards the sun.

diff --git a/index.mdwn b/index.mdwn
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-Collecting Stump Dirt<br/>
-an urban sketch<br/>
+Naturalists
 
-We are a flock of birds<br/>
-scampering high through a crazed tornado,<br/>
-gathering dirt that never was ours<br/>
-to grow a crop of milkweed for monarchs.
-
-Four generations we'll see this summer<br/>
-until the wild wind soars them on<br/>
-to their southern home.
+Flying by Ken 
+I think he saw the glimmer of my painted nails
+Silver beads of life jolting up towards the sun.

diff --git a/index.mdwn b/index.mdwn
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 Four generations we'll see this summer<br/>
 until the wild wind soars them on<br/>
 to their southern home.
-
-*(The wind was erratic, yet these STARlings all kept together. How is that even possible?!)

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+Collecting Stump Dirt<br/>
+an urban sketch<br/>
 
+We are a flock of birds<br/>
+scampering high through a crazed tornado,<br/>
+gathering dirt that never was ours<br/>
+to grow a crop of milkweed for monarchs.
+
+Four generations we'll see this summer<br/>
+until the wild wind soars them on<br/>
+to their southern home.
+
+*(The wind was erratic, yet these STARlings all kept together. How is that even possible?!)

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-
-Why put up my dreams on a public site anyway? The world seems shifty. What am I risking?
-
-Some folks keep their Achilles' heel hidden from the wolves, but if my subconscious mind is 98% of my intelligence, imagine how smart I might be to tap into it.
-
-Henceforth here I am 1:12 in the morning, unbarring my dream world for the galaxy to psychoanalyze.
-
-Let them.
-
-The Dalai Lama said that dreams are as close as we come to dying. (This is a paraphrase.)
-
-As shifty as the world can be, I have faith in humanity. I rest in this faith, knowing also that my dreams are important metaphors and premonitions.
-
-In the end I am more afraid of silence than sharing.

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+
+
+Why put up my dreams on a public site anyway? The world seems shifty. What am I risking?
+
+Some folks keep their Achilles' heel hidden from the wolves, but if my subconscious mind is 98% of my intelligence, imagine how smart I might be to tap into it.
+
+Henceforth here I am 1:12 in the morning, unbarring my dream world for the galaxy to psychoanalyze.
+
+Let them.
+
+The Dalai Lama said that dreams are as close as we come to dying. (This is a paraphrase.)
+
+As shifty as the world can be, I have faith in humanity. I rest in this faith, knowing also that my dreams are important metaphors and premonitions.
+
+In the end I am more afraid of silence than sharing.

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+Why put up my dreams on a public site anyway?  The world seems shifty.  What am I risking?
+
+Some folks keep their Achilles' heel hidden from the wolves, but if my subconscious mind is 98% of my intelligence, imagine how smart I might be to tap into it.
+
+Henceforth here I am 1:12 in the morning, unbarring my dream world for the galaxy to psychoanalyze.  
+
+Let them.
+
+The Dalai Lama said that dreams are as close as we come to dying.  (This is a paraphrase.)
+
+As shifty as the world can be, I have faith in humanity.  I rest in this faith, knowing also that my dreams are important metaphors and premonitions.  
+
+In the end I am more afraid of silence than sharing.

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diff --git a/posts/May_What_Has_Hurt_Me_Empower_Me_Through_Love.mdwn b/posts/May_What_Has_Hurt_Me_Empower_Me_Through_Love.mdwn
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+Change Hurt, Anger
+
+When I was a child and a teen I was very loved in my family.  I remember having relationships with my siblings and my parents that are now completely gone, changed, and unlikely ever to come back to.  I was a good child.  I was so normal in my social graces in middle school that my siblings called me weird or adopted.  They kidded me saying that I was the only extrovert in the family.  Actually I am an introvert but I certainly love people.  When I was a teen, I experienced success in my life, in my academic studies in which I took a genuine interest, in my after school job as a lifeguard, in my body with a regular swimming schedule.  I worked out and I was fit.  I walked home from school and enjoyed nature.  I went on hikes with my mother and enjoyed time baking bread and trying to be healthy.  Until I became sick, I was a pretty healthy young lady.
+
+My dad explained bipolar disorder to me.  My dad helped me see that I was facing an illness, like diabetes, and that I should not be ashamed to say I had a mental illness.  He was right that mentally ill people don't deserve mistreatment but I am afraid the analogy only goes so far.  I had done nothing wrong to be bipolar, but this black shadow that followed me was not diabetes.  Early on I understood something that my father had not voiced to me:  I was making people uncomfortable, invading people's personal space in inappropriate ways, even in one case accidentally denting a car.  For a while there I was entirely possessed by the shadow.  Where was I?  Where was the successful teen I had been, the flexible child doing back bends in the back yard?  My straightforward brother said to me he wasn't sure who I was anymore, and that broke my heart.  I didn't want that to be true.  I was in there somewhere holding tight and hoping I would not be lost or a lost cause.  
+
+If I was the only person in the world, I think the line in the sand between my identity and the illness would be less relevant.  But with people around me, embarrassed of me, worried they might have the crazy gene, I decided early I was going to have to discern which was me and which was the illness or if all of my actions and thoughts was just me.  This is another place where I am unsure.  Am I bipolar or just a person with bipolar disorder?  Or am I a person who is bipolar?  This I an important question because it is a key point of self understanding which is something everyone needs to have in them.  I used to say the really bad stuff was the bipolar, the embarrassing acts that I had to return to when my aching head woke up to the next reality.  Well that was when I was bipolar, I would say in my defense.  That action was strictly my bipolar.  
+
+But now I am certain the opposite is true.  When I was most psychotic I was completely out of touch with reality.  But I was not possessed by demons or the boogie bipolar bad man or anything so foolish.  It was all me.  I broke the law here or there.  I was weird as hell.  I embarrassed myself and my family.  I estranged everyone who loved me.  And they held onto me because they saw this same shell casket of a body looking back at them, and sometimes they just helped and protected me because they were fulfilling the familial duty of honoring blood.  These are the facts.  I was the one who walked on the car in DC.  I was the one who made a bad decision two weeks ago and impulsively drove 4 hours in unplowed falling Southern snow.  My family each had their own reason for keeping me alive and some of it was obligatory.  
+
+My family has changed to, each and every one of them, in giant ways.  One of them found “boundaries” and then she learned how to dig a moat.  Another one found a queen and built a castle.  Another one changed in more private parts.  Empires split and alliances were made.  For too too long I felt untrusted and like the leery eyes were unjust.  I was just like all of them though.  It can be hard for me to think about the perspective of another.  I didn't think about the Kingdom around me longer than to know I was once a rising knight taking leave of absence and now a peon.  
+
+The sic part though is, the only way is Love.  Doesn't that suck?  The only path is Forgiveness.  Compassion is the one direction.  The thing about forgiveness is it is a two way street.  My way is to forgive quickly and understand later.  Many people feel unfulfilled with a quick apology and awkward with a long apology.  I don't know how to have guilt free compassion driven conversations and interactions with many of my saving grace family members.  I went to help a family member recently and he seemed shocked and confused at my random kind act.  I have no idea how to love or show kindness towards some of my relatives with all of the walls and moats and broken rules it would take to  send a telegram.  They say they “do care about me” sometimes and I wonder if that is how intimidating it seems to have me feeling Loved.  Loss challenges my thinking and the soul of my being.  I am not the same person I was before, and they are different now too.  I am so tired of apologizing for things I don't do anymore.  
+
+When change hurts and you can't change change, what can you change?  One of my odd coping mechanisms is that it is hard for me to tap into anger or to put it to words when I am angry.  Right now I am just contemplative.  Anger makes its way into me at times.  But I am good at transforming angry thoughts and uncomfortable thoughts into something more productive and comfy.  I cannot build relationships alone, not in or outside my family.  So if I have broken someone's heart and they trust me no more or if it's too hard to love me, I don't always know what to do.  It takes two to tango.  I am not by myself.  Others sit beside me planning avoidance or fending off haunting memories with me.  I am me now.  I am glad I am not 17 any more, I want to tell them.  I will be kind to you now.  Now is where we are.  We won't be going back there.

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+To make a generalization that was almost always true, the weasels and the moles were as different as night and day.  The moles spend their days underground sorting through dirt with their noses and polydactyl thumbs.
+
+"We are so smart.  We're practically humans and they're so near to gods."  Thought one of the moles, whose name conveniently was Mole, as were all of the moles.  "If only those dim witted ferrets had more common sense about them."  Mole was referring to the weasels who happened to look a lot like ferrets though Mole's upstairs neighbor, Weasel, took Mole's label to heart and he never really liked his cousin Ferret very much.  
+
+They both rented a most habitable apartment in a hollow tree.  Mole lived in the roots and Weasel in the wood up above.  It happened that both Mole and Weasel were very sociable but in the winter months they didn't get out much.  So they both had a Facebook account to fill that void.  
+
+A couple weeks ago, Fox, who was possibly just looking for trouble, friended them both and started a conversation on each of their page about the anarchist Mole revolt being organized to lock up the few Humans who had not already locked one another up with the goal of slowing down Global Warming.  
+
+Weasel was outraged.  He was not just the head of the Fire party, he strongly held to the Weasel belief that Humans would kill themselves off in due time.  In fact he reveled in fantasy that the Human apocalypse, as he called it, would bring to the Animal Earth a "Utopian time of great feasting and still enough fossil fuels for us to check facebook twelve times a day."
+
+Sadly for Mole, who already was a shut in, who hadn't emerged from his hole since watching Al Gore's Inconvenient Truth, Weasel's speculation and what Mole called his "evil wishes" meant something awful for the whole scope of all Evolution's Creatures.  "We must find a way to fix the whole in the ozone layer!"  Mumbled Mole, who didn't entirely understand the science behind the problem, but to his credit cared deeply about right and wrong. 
+
+Mole was a creature who wore ear plugs most of the time.  He enjoyed a dim light, in his home and in his mind, and was deeply disturbed by most forms of sensory stimulation.  "Hiss is note a lout the bole in the grow zone player!"  Deep in his ear canal, Mole still discerned the loud vocalization of Weasel upstairs.  
+
+Mole's reaction was immediately to plug his ear cotton in a couple centimeters deeper.  But to his dismay, that hurt.  So he pulled one of them out to fluff it up.  
+
+"This is not about the hole in the ozone layer!"  He heard Weasel say through the hollow tree.  The words reverberated against the walls, and for a moment Mole imagined putting in a good acoustic system.  Then he speculated about that thought a minute more.  He imagined himself playing the cello and then dreamily for the first time of his life he thought about Weasel playing the harmonica.  For a moment he was caught up in what could be.  It certainly seemed more pragmatic of a change than either an apocalypse or a utopia.  
+
+
+In fact, that is the moral of this story.  If left to their own resources without humans, animals could create a perfect harmony.  But with humans in the equation we are the only ones who can slow down our disaster, or if you are a Weasel, cannibalize and reap one another when all good things come to an end.

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+She swims four days a week, three hours a day, and has in her same steadfast way for nine years.  Wow.  What a champion!  I have watched her over the years, minding her own business, swimming by herself, but always being kind and friendly.  A fixture in the pool where I have gone to play and dabble above all other actions.  What a great role model for me!

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+It is that time of the month - all of my friends are posting pensive, deep, asking posts that take time to just even feel my mind through. And that is what we are doing here. Caring about each other. Not everyone has this kind of friends, or uses facebook this way.

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+Enough is enough. I wish we all had that written on our foreheads so that every purchase or exchange was informed by the knowledge that having enough to be happy involves little more than the basic needs. The shirt on my back. A snoring dog next to me. What more do people need?

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+The night after I returned from our nation's capital, I dreamed of a lovely mud puddle, in a small urban scene.  A suitable place for a tadpole or bird.  I am so glad I don't live in DC anymore!  It made me cry real tears just to be there.  I spent a lot of time hiding inside or walking swiftly past places that looked unstable or risky.  I really did dream of a puddle, just a rut in the road that held a bit of water.  Stagnant perhaps, but such a lovely thing.

diff --git a/posts/Homelessness_the_Issue.__Homeless_the_Person..mdwn b/posts/Homelessness_the_Issue.__Homeless_the_Person..mdwn
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+I have never been homeless.  If I ever had been homeless, pushed out of the comfort of my mother's nest, without a place to go, I imagine I would be a much different person.  A week ago, I had a life changing moment when my world collided with a homeless man.  I think there is too much fear in the world so when I saw a man sitting on a bench near the Chinese Restaurant I invited him in with me, and when we finished our meal, I knew this man had a lot of shame, but I didn't feel he deserved it, so I invited him again to one of my favorite places, a road in the middle of nowhere, and when he told me he didn't know what he did to deserve to hang out with a nice girl like me.  
+
+When I came home that night, and my Mom hollered out at me "is there a homeless man with you?"  I assume she had one of her friends informing her, and I said "he lives somewhere" but he was too decent to take up my offer to try to help him with a place to stay.  In a town like this, there are the haves and the have-nots.  I didn't always believe that largely because I don't really fit in either camp.  I have a tiny amount and some of the prissy women cross the road with their children perhaps because I do not brush my hair most days.  And others of them smile and chat or wish me the best.  I am not a threat.  But to some my social class is confusing or unworthy.  
+
+In DC last week, the issue of homelessness thrust itself into my vision again.  I went to a beautiful place with a mission of helping down and out people.  And there I felt sorry for myself because I don't like Christian conversations that make me feel Jesus is the one true way.  There isn't enough help for the homelessness issue.  And homeless people need allies and I'm happy to hold their hand.
+

diff --git a/posts/Passing_Quickly_through_the_Park_of_Turtles.mdwn b/posts/Passing_Quickly_through_the_Park_of_Turtles.mdwn
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+There is great Grace in a toxic melting world,<br/>
+a Wabi Sabi in the slowly cracking walnuts on the cement table.<br/>
+Something will find a nook in a shard of shattered pottery.<br/>
+Someones gentle manly hands will glue the pieces back together.<br/>
+This is the hope we have when we are naive.<br/>
+Uneducated to the path of the garden<br/>
+we might proclaim a possible eternity.<br/>
+Why no!  I didn't know the salt water fish will likely die by 2048<br/>
+before I went to the market for my haddock sandwich.<br/>
+Is it a feeble attempt at justice to sing the song of beauty?<br/>
+I stopped in a park with turtle statues.<br/>
+I will never be petrified with sorrow for things lost.<br/>
+Only with Grace I watch them go.

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+witching hour at the old home place in DC, so wonderful.  Talked with an intern who works here now.  I know her family, the Guindons of Costa Rica.  She knows of my dad.  Small world.

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+I just really knew two seasons of crops<br/>
+Spring and Summer.  Fall I moved on.<br/>
+Never saw winter spread her fallow blanket.<br/>
+Basil and lettuce mostly.<br/>
+A little girl bending over a green spring<br/>
+whispering "grow, grow, grow."
+
+Hope eternally promised life for them.<br/>
+I had faith in the seeds that they would do as told.<br/>
+But I never stayed around to see them move on.<br/>
+Never waited around for summer camp graduation.<br/>
+I would have liked to.<br/>
+Being there all the way through is a dream I still keep.

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+Everything about it is holy to me.  The stone walls, the drone of the brothers, the call of the sisters, their voices so high above everything.  I reach out my hand to commune with a hollow space in a topless pine.  The sunlight rebounds off the stained glass ice floes which hold still despite the current.  This is my ritual, this is the promise, this is why I stand running.  My dog he feels the same urgency.  My dog lives the poem.  He returns to a place down the bank through icy water rolling where once a deers body met its end.  I remember him rolling there then.  Sorry if you have a week stomach but don't you see that now, this mound of snow where once a carcass lay, calls to my dog like a bell or something creative needing done?  You don't have to believe in rolling on a good old place to appreciate how good it feels for a dog.  You don't have to be gay to respect gay love.  You don't have to be a poet to read it.  You don't have to be a Christian to believe in something.

diff --git a/posts/Beethoven.mdwn b/posts/Beethoven.mdwn
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-Beethoven daily, hulled up and embarrassed of a deafness brought on by a disease of his digestive tract, created and composed self confident music, music that declares itself every day now centuries later when I listen.  Every morning I put the volume off completely on the old stereo record player purchased at Mountain Aire that went out of business.  I do that because I noticed early in my career of listening to his fifth concerto every day, that even if I mute it I oddly can hear it.  How funny is that to hear his convincing tune, a music so certain of itself it needs no volume to be known or heard.  It is a song in the air that plays when the dial is off, like a lifeline between me at this breakfast table and him in his grave.  It is like the smart child who tries to fail her Algebra test but comes down with a B+ to spite her, like a plague to her worst effort.  Now she has a lower GPA and has to stay in school to boot!  A record player that makes an eternal tune, that cannot be hushed or ignored, a song of brilliance rising against any doubt or odds.  We do not write these words.  We do not sing these songs.  We are a people giving birth to creations with lives of their own, or dead weight babies still born.  Because our diligence does not determine the path they take.  We cannot ask for a classic.  It comes streaming through us completely accidental.  
+Beethoven daily, hulled up and embarrassed of a deafness brought on by a disease of his digestive tract, created and composed self confident music, music that declares itself every day now centuries later when I listen.  Every morning I put the volume off completely on the old stereo record player purchased at Mountain Aire that went out of business.  I do that because I noticed early in my career of listening to his fifth symphony every day, that even if I mute it I oddly can hear it.  How funny is that to hear his convincing tune, a music so certain of itself it needs no volume to be known or heard.  It is a song in the air that plays when the dial is off, like a lifeline between me at this breakfast table and him in his grave.  It is like the smart child who tries to fail her Algebra test but comes down with a B+ to spite her, like a plague to her worst effort.  Now she has a lower GPA and has to stay in school to boot!  A record player that makes an eternal tune, that cannot be hushed or ignored, a song of brilliance rising against any doubt or odds.  We do not write these words.  We do not sing these songs.  We are a people giving birth to creations with lives of their own, or dead weight babies still born.  Because our diligence does not determine the path they take.  We cannot ask for a classic.  It comes streaming through us completely accidental.  
+[[!tag prose]]

diff --git a/posts/Beethoven.mdwn b/posts/Beethoven.mdwn
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+++ b/posts/Beethoven.mdwn
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-Beethoven daily, hulled up and embarrassed of a deafness brought on by a disease of his digestive tract, created and composed self confident music, music that declares itself every day now centuries later when I listen.  Every morning I put the volume off completely on the old stereo record player purchased at Mountain Aire that went out of business.  I do that because I noticed early in my career of listening to his fifth concerto every day, that even if I mute it I oddly can hear it.  How funny is that to hear his convincing tune, a music so certain of itself it needs no volume to be known or heard.  It is a song in the air that plays when the dial is off, like a lifeline between me at this breakfast table and him in his grave.  It is like the smart child who tries to fail her Algebra test but comes down with a B+ to spite her, like a plague to her worst effort.  Now she has a lower GPA and has to stay in school to boot!  A record player that makes an eternal tune, that cannot be hushed or ignored, a song of brilliance rising against any doubt or odds.  We do not write these words.  We do not sing these songs.  We are a people giving birth to creations with lives of their own, or dead weight babies still born.  Be our diligence does not determine the path they take.  We cannot ask for a classic.  It comes streaming through us completely accidental.  
+Beethoven daily, hulled up and embarrassed of a deafness brought on by a disease of his digestive tract, created and composed self confident music, music that declares itself every day now centuries later when I listen.  Every morning I put the volume off completely on the old stereo record player purchased at Mountain Aire that went out of business.  I do that because I noticed early in my career of listening to his fifth concerto every day, that even if I mute it I oddly can hear it.  How funny is that to hear his convincing tune, a music so certain of itself it needs no volume to be known or heard.  It is a song in the air that plays when the dial is off, like a lifeline between me at this breakfast table and him in his grave.  It is like the smart child who tries to fail her Algebra test but comes down with a B+ to spite her, like a plague to her worst effort.  Now she has a lower GPA and has to stay in school to boot!  A record player that makes an eternal tune, that cannot be hushed or ignored, a song of brilliance rising against any doubt or odds.  We do not write these words.  We do not sing these songs.  We are a people giving birth to creations with lives of their own, or dead weight babies still born.  Because our diligence does not determine the path they take.  We cannot ask for a classic.  It comes streaming through us completely accidental.  

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+Beethoven daily, hulled up and embarrassed of a deafness brought on by a disease of his digestive tract, created and composed self confident music, music that declares itself every day now centuries later when I listen.  Every morning I put the volume off completely on the old stereo record player purchased at Mountain Aire that went out of business.  I do that because I noticed early in my career of listening to his fifth concerto every day, that even if I mute it I oddly can hear it.  How funny is that to hear his convincing tune, a music so certain of itself it needs no volume to be known or heard.  It is a song in the air that plays when the dial is off, like a lifeline between me at this breakfast table and him in his grave.  It is like the smart child who tries to fail her Algebra test but comes down with a B+ to spite her, like a plague to her worst effort.  Now she has a lower GPA and has to stay in school to boot!  A record player that makes an eternal tune, that cannot be hushed or ignored, a song of brilliance rising against any doubt or odds.  We do not write these words.  We do not sing these songs.  We are a people giving birth to creations with lives of their own, or dead weight babies still born.  Be our diligence does not determine the path they take.  We cannot ask for a classic.  It comes streaming through us completely accidental.  

diff --git a/posts/Dreaming.mdwn b/posts/Dreaming.mdwn
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+It was only last winter the snow fell<br/>
+to make a deeper coat over the grasses<br/>
+that poked their perky heads under the<br/>
+bluebirds soaring over the posts,<br/>
+such lucky times.
+
+I see myself then, looking back at me.<br/>
+Always looking backwards, even in the sultry<br/>
+summers of my childhood, I stood there<br/>
+dreaming myself backwards, pushing back<br/>
+against the chambers of the womb.
+
+Until yesterday.  Yesterday I learned something<br/>
+about now.  I took time in a woman's home<br/>
+who never had many people near her<br/>
+who never let much sunlight into her abode.<br/>
+Now I am glad for the mushy cold day around me.
+
+Who needs better times after all?

diff --git a/posts/I_was_going_to_write_about_Miley_Cirus.mdwn b/posts/I_was_going_to_write_about_Miley_Cirus.mdwn
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+I was going to write about Miley Cirus.  She is the most popular icon who became a centerpiece for gyrating a little more than standard.  I like pop music.  I love how Miley sings out her heart in her most recent hit, Adore You.  You can feel her heart in her words.  
+
+I understand her.  She doesn't want to be Hannah Montanta and the main other voice she hears is this mother of hers who I saw in an interview and I frankly don't like her influence.
+
+I hope eventually Miley finds a world of influence beyond Disney or Rebellion.  
+
+I hope Miley finds an inner teacher.  Maybe she'll convert to Quakerism.  
+
+Maybe she'll float off into the sunset sitting in the lotus position.  
+
+
+I have faith in you Miley.  You'll figure it out.  

diff --git a/posts/Numbers_in_me.mdwn b/posts/Numbers_in_me.mdwn
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+Funny how some numbers remain etched to my soul after years of absence.  I am revisiting the home where I used to live in DC next week.  That number will never leave me even if the phone system has changed.

diff --git a/posts/Who_cares__44___Relief.mdwn b/posts/Who_cares__44___Relief.mdwn
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+Oh who cares what the technical term is for it?  At this point I re looked at bipolar and am not sure if the new doctor was the misdiagnoser.  Regardless of what it is, I feel much better now.

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-I think that too often employing a person with an illness, like bipolar, or schizo-affective disorder, or anger management issues, or diabetes, is a Catch 22.  It is illegal to refuse hiring on grounds of disability but people like me with mental problems or physical incapabilities are not always as good at what they do as others.  Sometimes though we use our weaknesses to bring compassion into the lives of others.  Is it possible that this can ever be worth it?  I mean for the employer.  Can a disability bring good into a professional situation when there is a real measurable inadequacy in the work delivered?  

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-hmmmm...

diff --git a/posts/I_feel_like_people_are_tired_of_listening_to_me.mdwn b/posts/I_feel_like_people_are_tired_of_listening_to_me.mdwn
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+hmmmm...

diff --git a/posts/Not_Being_Able_to_Do_Something.mdwn b/posts/Not_Being_Able_to_Do_Something.mdwn
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+I think that too often employing a person with an illness, like bipolar, or schizo-affective disorder, or anger management issues, or diabetes, is a Catch 22.  It is illegal to refuse hiring on grounds of disability but people like me with mental problems or physical incapabilities are not always as good at what they do as others.  Sometimes though we use our weaknesses to bring compassion into the lives of others.  Is it possible that this can ever be worth it?  I mean for the employer.  Can a disability bring good into a professional situation when there is a real measurable inadequacy in the work delivered?  

diff --git a/posts/Misdiagnosed:__The_Girl_Who_Wrote_the_Book_on_Disorder.mdwn b/posts/Misdiagnosed:__The_Girl_Who_Wrote_the_Book_on_Disorder.mdwn
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+My name is Maggie Hess and I am not bipolar, I do not have bipolar disorder, and I thought I did yesterday.  I have recently had a conversation with a psychiatrist that convinced me that I have a little known different disorder, of great stigma:  Schizo-affective Disorder.   I was the girl who wrote the book on bipolar disorder.  Today I feel like an orphaned child who never knew her lovely parents who raised her weren't blood yet now ran into the true tribe.  I feel shell shocked about my identity and about the perceptions others must have about me.  
+
+Yet through it all, I am the exact same Maggie Hess, and I am so glad for that.  
+
+If you have schizo-affective disorder or someone you love does, I invite you to contact me with words of compassion.  maggiemargarethess@gmail.com
+
+Maybe I will write another book about disorder.  If so, may it be clear and empowering for all of those people in my new found family of people.  A sheep raised in a herd of dogs or a dog in a valley of petunias looks back today at her true pack realizing that every little critter needs a voice in the choir.
+
+To explain my metaphor, I am interested in how this misdiagnoses grows with me and I hope that it tempts me to a higher point of compassion and advocacy for all people.  Emotional people with or without disorganized, psychotic thoughts deserve compassion.  
+
+I cannot think of one person with this same word "schizo-affective disorder" and I must say, that really is a big part of how I feel right now.  
+
+I also must add that as a Quaker, and someone who regardless of religion believes in the dignity of humanity and the goodness of all people, my advocacy for people in this stigma bound group is bound to infect the world.  So keep posted.

diff --git a/posts/Rest_in_Peace__44___Pete_Seeger.mdwn b/posts/Rest_in_Peace__44___Pete_Seeger.mdwn
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+It would have been good to meet him.

diff --git a/posts/Yes_is_OK.mdwn b/posts/Yes_is_OK.mdwn
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+I applied to so many things since graduating from Berea, but I changed my mind about most of them before I heard back.  I am going to say yes the next time I get a job offer I think.  So I might be adventuring with Yes Magazine in Washington State, or settling in Berea with what job I find.  I was invited to DC next week.  It's a beautiful city and I used to live there, so without thinking I said yes.  It is ok to be a YES woman.  :)

diff --git a/posts/How_to_End_the_War.mdwn b/posts/How_to_End_the_War.mdwn
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+War is a pattern<br/>
+of violent responses<br/>
+to conflicts<br/>
+spread over generations.<br/>
+Maybe war is too big a word<br/>
+for what ills befalls<br/>
+a family.<br/>
+Picking at<br/>
+is not war.<br/>
+Done with good intentions.<br/>
+But I have a theory<br/>
+my privileged thoughts<br/>
+could glimmer an insight<br/>
+to change our human<br/>
+answer to war.
+
+To end the war<br/>
+I lost a battle.<br/>
+To loose a battle<br/>
+I began by letting go of blame.<br/>
+To let go of blame<br/>
+I moved back into my parents house<br/>
+without any clear strategy<br/>
+to move me forward.<br/>
+I knew there was a war<br/>
+inside me<br/>
+if not elsewhere.
+
+I have been thinking this for a long time.<br/>
+I am not the only one either.<br/>
+Friends have told me that<br/>
+going home after making themselves<br/>
+in college seems impossible.
+
+I said to myself deep in my roots<br/>
+I must not forget my roots to nurture <br/>
+the light that is kept here.<br/>
+Going home after college was not entirely<br/>
+a conscious decision<br/>
+but it was a choice.<br/>
+And with it,<br/>
+I wanted to end my war that I have made<br/>
+in my head.
+
+I have been growing here.<br/>
+It is hard to eat bread and water<br/>
+to be your mothers daughter<br/>
+"thinking nothing ever changes<br/>
+seeing the mistakes that each generations<br/>
+will just make...<br/>
+you just got to dive<br/>
+out of range."
+
+In college I learned how to have compassion<br/>
+for people who seem just white and pretty<br/>
+or mean and spiteful despite being diverse.<br/>
+I could love my enemy but<br/>
+I learned there<br/>
+to put love into my boots<br/>
+moving.  That's compassion.
+
+I am a student of the war<br/>
+I am a product of a broken human family<br/>
+genocide reaches to every end of this Earth<br/>
+from overuse to a landscape of slavery<br/>
+to domestic abuse.<br/>
+Why are we killing each other.
+
+But for a while I admit<br/>
+nightmares of smothering<br/>
+I did not see a way out.<br/>
+Rage began to contain me.
+
+A neighbor brought over food just yesterday<br/>
+lectured mi madre on picking at her grown daughter<br/>
+suggested I did more dishes.<br/>
+Went on her way.
+
+Going home again is so hard.<br/>
+I am different I know.<br/>
+Many refuse to.<br/>
+But now that I have roughed it for a while,<br/>
+I am coming out willing<br/>
+and motivated again.<br/>
+I am ready to invest my body<br/>
+into a world centered compassion.<br/>
+To put my word into power.<br/>
+To spread it around some.
+
+The war starts home.<br/>
+A shell I carry on my back,<br/>
+a pack, a pact with the devil.<br/>
+A darkness.<br/>
+And there you'll be in your own internal<br/>
+hatred fumbling with candles<br/>
+angry, exploding with no light.<br/>
+Exploding with no light.<br/>
+In war in darkness<br/>
+cold.  Exploding is shielded away.<br/>
+There is no lightness there.<br/>
+There is no Light to war.<br/>
+No visible light.  You have to teach<br/>
+the light to rise from the thick dark nothing.<br/>
+The void will only rise up<br/>
+completely if you lose the war.<br/>
+If you look inside at your own heart.<br/>
+And are willing<br/>
+to raise your flower in the air,<br/>
+drop all the ammunition<br/>
+and move your theoretical love<br/>
+into an active Compassion.

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+River of writing<br>
+turns inward.  Still spitting down haiku.<br>
+Chance of readers soon.

diff --git a/posts/Thru_January.mdwn b/posts/Thru_January.mdwn
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+Plant pleads me "water"<br>
+Pitcher on sunlit sill sets<br>
+Evaporating.
+
+Hunting wild haiku<br>
+Like growing bulbs, hyacinths.<br>
+Poor lass trod dirt road.
+
+Pursing image in<br>
+airy.  Rest pad post barbed wire.<br>
+Icicle in hand.
+
+To walk in their shoes,<br>
+can't just go shopping.  Basho<br>
+Must make long strides north.
+
+Defrosting my pen.<br>
+Thank you for your good warmth.<br>
+God, Surya, whomever.
+
+Ambling on across<br>
+landscapes.  Senior center, roads<br>
+journeyed for our kind.
+
+Eyes trace her scamper<br>
+over permafrost.  Some girls<br>
+even women still play.
+
+Burning cheeks, frigid<br>
+eighteen syllables.  Vapor<br>
+Letting winter go.

diff --git a/posts/Letter_Published_Today.mdwn b/posts/Letter_Published_Today.mdwn
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+The water crisis in West Virginia should be a warning for us here in Southwest Virginia and Northeast Tennessee. The fact is that the poisonous chemical used by Freedom Industries and ended up in the drinking water of 300,000 residents and countless downstream was an agent used for "cleaning" coal. The problem with that logic is coal cannot be clean.
+
+By now most regional people are familiar with Mountaintop Removal but what about Mountainwater Poisoning as done in hydrofracking? The fracking companies are still trying to influence the Washington County planning commission to allow a small minority to decide for the majority through forced pulling. Every person who cares should feel just as called to act now against hydrofracking as we will want to when the poisons of Mountainwater Poison reach our streams.

diff --git a/posts/Pandora_Haiku_Series.mdwn b/posts/Pandora_Haiku_Series.mdwn
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+Emmylou<br/>
+
+I am writing down<br/>
+a river.  On the other<br/>
+bank I shiver. Hearimmmmmmm.<br/>
+
+

diff --git a/posts/Unhating_.mdwn b/posts/Unhating_.mdwn
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--- a/posts/Unhating_.mdwn
+++ b/posts/Unhating_.mdwn
@@ -27,7 +27,8 @@ Monday January 5<br/>
 Daddy and Barbara<br/>
 Ring.  Ring.  Good morning.<br/>
 Did you read my poem?  Fruits<br/>
-the cardinals droned?<br/>
+the cardinals droned.<br/>
+
 Tuesday January 6<br/>
 Anna and Mark<br/>
 Downed oak tree.  Hiking<br/>

diff --git a/posts/Unhating_.mdwn b/posts/Unhating_.mdwn
index dc56b8e..5d24092 100644
--- a/posts/Unhating_.mdwn
+++ b/posts/Unhating_.mdwn
@@ -26,8 +26,8 @@ Lift high the cross.<br/>
 Monday January 5<br/>
 Daddy and Barbara<br/>
 Ring.  Ring.  Good morning.<br/>
-Did you read my poem?<br/>
-
+Did you read my poem?  Fruits<br/>
+the cardinals droned?<br/>
 Tuesday January 6<br/>
 Anna and Mark<br/>
 Downed oak tree.  Hiking<br/>

diff --git a/posts/Unhating_.mdwn b/posts/Unhating_.mdwn
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+I am writing 365 haikus about 7 parts of my family.  It is easy to feel angry or disappointed by what is present in others.  The truth is I was "hating on" my family lately because I felt scapegoated, a black sheep, for some or many reasons, I felt walked over by my family.  But they are also why I am here.  They are the people I cook pea soup for.  They are the ones who have kept me alive.  
+
+Thursday January 1<br/>
+Dani<br/>
+Light captured in<br/>
+spring promise to bring life home<br/>
+robins munch holly.  
+
+Friday January 2<br/>
+Jay and Timnah<br/>
+Voice for voiceless, docked<br/>
+river floating.  Jicama<br/>
+after rain rushes.<br/>
+
+Saturday January 3<br/>
+Sango<br/>
+Niece words:  blue marble boys<br/>
+need pink marble girls.  Princes<br/>
+and princess MUST wed.<br/>
+
+Sunday January 4<br/>
+Personalized Brit<br/>
+comedies.  One hour rest yolks.<br/>
+Lift high the cross.<br/>
+
+Monday January 5<br/>
+Daddy and Barbara<br/>
+Ring.  Ring.  Good morning.<br/>
+Did you read my poem?<br/>
+
+Tuesday January 6<br/>
+Anna and Mark<br/>
+Downed oak tree.  Hiking<br/>
+to driveway.  Cutting sections.<br/>
+Frosted afternoon.<br/>
+
+Wednesday January 7<br/>
+Joey<br/>
+You program Linux.<br/>
+Time caves to meet you, but wood<br/>
+requires hauling.  Chop.<br/>

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+When the catalpa tree still stood tall, a little paradise in less than an acre of explosive life.
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diff --git a/posts/Maggie_Hess_of_Facebook_is_no_more.mdwn b/posts/Maggie_Hess_of_Facebook_is_no_more.mdwn
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+Maggie Hess of Facebook is no more.  She is survived by four houseplants, Pickle the Cat, Tobin the Dog, and her own embodiment.  The time she served on facebook was a big waste, and though it was not entirely without worth, she decided to give it up and to instead spend more time in nature, with said pets, plants, and working out in body and soul.

diff --git a/posts/Landscape.mdwn b/posts/Landscape.mdwn
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+Individual<br>
+hillsides still ache for stewards<br>
+land scape over goaded.

diff --git a/posts/Unmade.mdwn b/posts/Unmade.mdwn
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+The simple thing of<br/>
+beds no capable poet<br/>
+can undo these words.

diff --git a/posts/Last_night__39__s_dream.mdwn b/posts/Last_night__39__s_dream.mdwn
index 49b802f..c37f74a 100644
--- a/posts/Last_night__39__s_dream.mdwn
+++ b/posts/Last_night__39__s_dream.mdwn
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-In my dream last night I was in therapy revisiting a memory of a teacher who told me a friend of hers had died of suicide.  I had taken it personally at the time, feeling an accusing projection or a unsolicited protectiveness, both of which I scorned.  But in my dream, I had brought all twenty some of my hand written journals in and they were spread out over the therapist's desk.  The subject underscoring our conversation was the value of life in a world with much sorrow.  The only therapist that has worked for me, calls me out when I am absolutely off target, like Dr. Phil, but as a rule, but generally guides me by asking questions.  "Do you have a legacy?  Is your life worthwhile?  Is life worth living?"  These questions were aloud in that room, but the one that surfaced the highest was "what is the value of these journals no one sees, no one touches, no one hears, no one reads?"  And the answer, the only honest answer was "my life."  My life would not be possible if it was not for what I write.  It wouldn't be worthwhile, but it also wouldn't be possible.  So I write.
+In my dream last night I was in therapy revisiting a memory of a writing teacher who told me a friend of hers had died of suicide.  I had taken it personally at the time, feeling an accusing projection or a unsolicited protectiveness, both of which I scorned.  But in my dream, I had brought all twenty some of my hand written journals in and they were spread out over the therapist's desk.  The subject underscoring our conversation was the value of life in a world with much sorrow.  The only therapist that has worked for me, calls me out when I am absolutely off target, like Dr. Phil, but as a rule, but generally guides me by asking questions.  "Do you have a legacy?  Is your life worthwhile?  Is life worth living?"  These questions were aloud in that room, but the one that surfaced the highest was "what is the value of these journals no one sees, no one touches, no one hears, no one reads?"  And the answer, the only honest answer was "my life."  My life would not be possible if it was not for what I write.  It wouldn't be worthwhile, but it also wouldn't be possible.  So I write.

diff --git a/posts/Cat__39__s_Eye.mdwn b/posts/Cat__39__s_Eye.mdwn
index dedfc77..4ca65be 100644
--- a/posts/Cat__39__s_Eye.mdwn
+++ b/posts/Cat__39__s_Eye.mdwn
@@ -2,3 +2,4 @@ Outside the glass, through<br/>
 cat's lenses too, time passes.<br/>
 Remember dark hours.
 
+[[!tag haiku]]

diff --git a/posts/Wise_Dog.mdwn b/posts/Wise_Dog.mdwn
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--- a/posts/Wise_Dog.mdwn
+++ b/posts/Wise_Dog.mdwn
@@ -1,3 +1,4 @@
 Loyal loving lab<br/>
 just though blind dedication -<br/>
 shared unworthiness.
+[[!tag haiku]]

diff --git a/posts/Air.mdwn b/posts/Air.mdwn
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--- a/posts/Air.mdwn
+++ b/posts/Air.mdwn
@@ -3,4 +3,4 @@ aromatherapy.  A<br/>
 pond revisited. 
 
 for Libby who liked my pea soup though oddly I am not sure she ever ate any.
-[!tag haiku]
+[[!tag haiku]]

diff --git a/posts/Air.mdwn b/posts/Air.mdwn
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--- a/posts/Air.mdwn
+++ b/posts/Air.mdwn
@@ -3,3 +3,4 @@ aromatherapy.  A<br/>
 pond revisited. 
 
 for Libby who liked my pea soup though oddly I am not sure she ever ate any.
+[!tag haiku]

diff --git a/posts/Last_night__39__s_dream.mdwn b/posts/Last_night__39__s_dream.mdwn
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+In my dream last night I was in therapy revisiting a memory of a teacher who told me a friend of hers had died of suicide.  I had taken it personally at the time, feeling an accusing projection or a unsolicited protectiveness, both of which I scorned.  But in my dream, I had brought all twenty some of my hand written journals in and they were spread out over the therapist's desk.  The subject underscoring our conversation was the value of life in a world with much sorrow.  The only therapist that has worked for me, calls me out when I am absolutely off target, like Dr. Phil, but as a rule, but generally guides me by asking questions.  "Do you have a legacy?  Is your life worthwhile?  Is life worth living?"  These questions were aloud in that room, but the one that surfaced the highest was "what is the value of these journals no one sees, no one touches, no one hears, no one reads?"  And the answer, the only honest answer was "my life."  My life would not be possible if it was not for what I write.  It wouldn't be worthwhile, but it also wouldn't be possible.  So I write.

diff --git a/posts/Air.mdwn b/posts/Air.mdwn
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+Once again pea soup<br/>
+aromatherapy.  A<br/>
+pond revisited. 
+
+for Libby who liked my pea soup though oddly I am not sure she ever ate any.

diff --git a/posts/Wise_Dog.mdwn b/posts/Wise_Dog.mdwn
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+Loyal loving lab<br/>
+just though blind dedication -<br/>
+shared unworthiness.

diff --git a/posts/Cat__39__s_Eye.mdwn b/posts/Cat__39__s_Eye.mdwn
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+Outside the glass, through<br/>
+cat's lenses too, time passes.<br/>
+Remember dark hours.
+

diff --git a/posts/Cause_and_Effect.mdwn b/posts/Cause_and_Effect.mdwn
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+++ b/posts/Cause_and_Effect.mdwn
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+Birds are birds,<br/>
+always just birds.<br/>
+
+The wrens skittered<br/>
+especially this morning.<br/>
+
+We blamed cold<br/>
+until we saw<br/>
+the kestrel high<br/>
+above the graves<br/>
+of fallen lives.<br/>
+
+Then we blamed<br/>
+the kestrel high.<br/>
+
+Only the keen<br/>
+eye remembered class-<br/>
+predators keep alive<br/>
+we who fight<br/>
+we who fly.<br/>

diff --git a/posts/reposting_old_thoughts.mdwn b/posts/reposting_old_thoughts.mdwn
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+++ b/posts/reposting_old_thoughts.mdwn
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+pickle the cat didn't always curl up on my bureau until mom stored an egg carton of apples in her favorite window sill.  so now all night hours until the lamp goes off my kitten bats at moths on the other side of the window screen from her bureau top vantage.  if mom was more sensitive to pickle's feline requirements of absolute order pickle never would have got to chase after those moths dreaming of murder.  a cat like mine always harbors a plan for stealthy massacre, whether moths, grasshoppers, or an unexpected foot moving under a thin cotton sheet
+[[!tag prose]]
+out in the grey morning i wonder about the great blue heron i haven't seen for a while.  it has been raining so much i haven't actually been outside enough to know for sure.  the loose backyard chicken has vanished too.  meanwhile the monarch butterflies have been all over.  even on this sprinkling morning i see what i think is a cabbage white.  somehow butterflies flatter tobin the dog who lurches forward to chase a cat across the street.  my stomach rises as i hear a car coming.  but when i scream his name the lab mix halts in his tracks.  people live in houses to keep old dogs warm and young kitties dry.  everyone seems to know that.

diff --git a/posts/Waking_Mom.mdwn b/posts/Waking_Mom.mdwn
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+++ b/posts/Waking_Mom.mdwn
@@ -0,0 +1,11 @@
+Mothers are not slaves to the dish water.<br/>
+They actually need to be needed like crusty dishes.
+
+I come home to no mother<br/>
+but find Pickle the cat in my ajar underwear drawer.
+
+She startles me.<br/>
+I startle her.
+
+Mom will be back soon.<br/>
+Pickle comes back to kneed my lap with extended claws.

diff --git a/posts/The_Quack.mdwn b/posts/The_Quack.mdwn
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+++ b/posts/The_Quack.mdwn
@@ -0,0 +1,10 @@
+your mother is a duck<br/>
+says the rock of Gibraltar.<br/>
+the thought mulls a short moment.<br/>
+yes, a duck.<br/>
+from Beatrix Potter<br/>
+stopping the crossing guard<br/>
+opposite of make way for ducklings<br/>
+"that is my church,<br/>
+make a path!"
+[[!tag poem]]

diff --git a/posts/Potato_Potato.mdwn b/posts/Potato_Potato.mdwn
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--- /dev/null
+++ b/posts/Potato_Potato.mdwn
@@ -0,0 +1,3 @@
+MTR and MWP or fracking
+
+The water crisis in West Virginia should be a warning for us here in Southwest Virginia and Northeast Tennessee.  The fact is that the poisonous chemical used by Freedom Industries and ended up in the drinking water of 300,000 residents and countless downstream was an agent used for "cleaning" coal.  The problem with that logic is coal cannot be clean.  By now most regional people are familiar with Mountaintop Removal but what about Mountainwater Poisoning as done in hydrofracking?  The fracking companies are still trying to influence the Washington County planning commission to allow a small minority to decide for the majority through forced pulling.  Every person who cares should feel just as called to act now against hydrofracking as we will want to when the poisons of Mountainwater Poison reach our streams.  

diff --git a/posts/Making_Friends_with_my_Void.mdwn b/posts/Making_Friends_with_my_Void.mdwn
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+In order to feel the void you must feel the void.
+
+Those were the words messaged to me in facebook after a long spell of silence.  Was it a typo?  Maybe my friend on the other end of the line had a different message in mind.  But I was coming to her with confused false numbness that manifested as giddy happiness.  The friend, Elizabeth Vega, saw the mourning on the other end of my thick denial, the void in me that comes from not addressing my true feelings at times.  So right now, I am returning to another meaningful point in my life, when I took a class in Contemplative Writing, and I plan to seek the same kind of inner patience that I aimed for then.
+
+Sometimes a little expression can mean the most to us.  I think it is important to look into the depths of the phrases that strike a chord with us.  So today, instead of going to the family celebration of my own mother's birth, I am sitting this one out for the sake of the team, to give them peace.  This morning I felt extreme rage which yesterday was confused anger and the day before was extreme sadness that I do not have a child.  My extreme emotions area  sign that I have a lot going on.  In this document I want to explore those thoughts and feelings because you have to feel the void in order to feel the void.  
+
+
+In order to feel the void you must feel the void.
+
+I do not want to restate what I said and thought after Elizabeth said this except to summarize that it brought out a feeling of sorrow that I have not accomplished what I wanted to accomplish in my life especially not having a baby.  
+
+In the car just recently, it occurred to me that the void is a trap that feels endless.  In ways it is a black hole that engulfs whatever surrounds it.  It shows its face as distracted giddy denial or terribly wailing sorrowfulness.  I have been living in the void for a long time.  In my life I spend a lot of time trying to flatter and appeal to others approval especially long distance with email, facebook, and telephone instead of truly being where I am, not taking what I have for granted, and certainly not entering into the silence or craziness of whomever I am.  At first I wondered if I would benefit from dwelling some in the void but since I have already felt the void and since it is a black hole that eats everything, the answer there is that would be suicidal.  There is a rope in the void, a way into the outside.  I believe that every person who has felt the void as I finally have should as quickly as possible get the hell out.  It may sound impossible, but there will always be a rope dangling over the edge, a way out.  
+
+So how do you take the worst depressing feeling and use only your mind to empower your way out of it?  The funny thing is, if you ask that question, the question itself is proof that you want out of the void.  Your will to live may be so small that you don't see that.  But if you can feel how sad you are under your over-medicated numbness, you are capable of pure live, puravida as they call it in Costa Rica, or happiness as best as is possible in a world of terrible suffering.  Any volume of will to live can be pushed out the canal of sadness.  If you can achieve puravida where you are, you are a mother or father of something real.
+
+
+Outside the void, daylight is everything
+
+I live in a house with a beautiful record collection but have spent too much time listening to Pandora.com which is a radio station with randomized tinny sounding popular music and commercials.  I don't have a baby but I already have one to eight dependents depending on how many I want.   My dependents start with myself.  But I want to add four house plants, a mother, a dog and a cat to the list because these are the living things that I am already responsible for.  
+
+Until now I have had a lot of time which is a start.  As of today I am structuring my time to eliminate wastefulness which is everything.  Keeping busy does keep our minds from going back to the void, and the practice of keeping busy gives us something to be proud of.  It doesn't matter if we are writing a memoir or cleaning a stained toilet, when we hold a thousand words of enlightenment in our hands to pass on to others and when we scrub our way to a lighter shade of ugly we feel good about ourselves.
+
+
+The lesson of Maine
+
+I will never forget a conversation I had with a woman from Maine.  It was that conversation that taught me that many people all over the world value happiness more than those in the affluent United States.  I don't remember what I said but it was her response that comes to me now as the meaning of not only this memoir but of all human life.  “Americans need to know that it is OK to be happy.”  So what is happiness?
+
+In the car earlier I was still thinking of the void and in part I was in it.  In the car I was wondering how it is possible to make any joy out of an entirely  grim moment.  Of course that very question was evidence that I wanted to and therefore could be joyful.  Right now I have climbed my way out and though I am a bit dazed and my mind is not entirely clear, I am on a quest to live a happier life.  I say this as if I am speaking of a diet that a nutritionist might recommend.  Ultimately the point is to change one's lifestyle over a length of time instead of just eating grapefruit until there is no possible way to keep you out of the donuts.  Similarly happiness must be a constant so the way to happiness must be something that you can carry with you into the most horrifying situation in life and come out on the other end, unscathed.  
+
+The Dali Lama says that happiness comes from being able to concentrate.  I am going to think of that now while walking my dog in the sun in a quiet cemetery for an hour maybe sketching or taking pictures of shadows.   I will try to capture happiness with the camera.  
+
+
+Beethoven’s fifth
+
+I wonder if the concentrating mind is impossible within a context of multitasking.  Right now, my mind feels cleared because my blood was recently pumping out in nature as I walked Tobin and some of that is still in me.  Many things are in the background but I think even the loud rocking of the washing machine is not an unhappy thing.  Is a cell with caged and depleted prisoner the epitome of unhappiness, or could that be found in the life of a teenager in a suburb near you?  I see teens often doing ten things at once all on tiny gadgets, phones, ipads, computers, often wearing headphones and I wonder if they are loosing touch with what I think of as happiness.  Sure I have on Beethoven’s fifth right now and my dog laps water and the washing machine trickles and the sticky rice cooks and the books on the shelves sometimes make me feel pent up.  But for people who retreat to the computer 9 or 10 hours a day and in a population where most people watch 3 hours of straight up TV or motion pictures every day, I think it is worth my while to find gratitude for what things I have.  If the house is cluttered fix it.  If there are too many things in a small space share materials out and find grace out the door.  There are no ropes tethering me to a computer and I am blessed to have the material things that I do.  
+
+
+Pursing happiness
+
+Pleasure and happiness are on opposite poles.  I can find pleasure in horrible things that kill my attempts at self care and do nothing towards nurturing my eight dependents and the world outside my house.  I can watch pornography for instant gratification, an orgasm as quick as a jiffy.  But is there happiness in that?  I felt happy when I took of Tobin's collar and stroked those too often matted hairs.  Happiness is sharing moments with the abundant life around us.  I feel happy writing about a quest for happiness.  Some of these thoughts for me are discoveries.  I am happy knowing my words and ideas could kindle some long lived self nurture in someone else.  
+
+Happiness is complicated.  Sometimes we have to sit there wondering about happiness, wanting happiness, working to find it.  Strangely it doesn't always fly in our window when we ask for it.  In the cemetery just now, I became happy when Tobin realized this atypical midday walk that I was giving to him could be as long as he wanted it.  I was about to leave the place and head home, when I saw him turn his head back to me and smile.  So we went around another time.  It is like the old adage that seeing a blue bird take flight off of a fence post brings luck.  Happiness depends on others.  The course of the wind, whatever pulls up the bird.  When we see the bird wishful expectations come to mind.  When it soars our hopes are granted.
+
+Night is dark
+
+We are all interconnected.  Lately I had been falling into a terrible pit of darkness in the night but I am starting to go to bed just after night fall.  Sometimes the best way around the void is to side step the void or to walk with a smile in the opposite direction.  
+
+
+
+
+
+Happiness is Sticky Rice
+
+All day sticky rice<br/>
+Beethoven’s fifth<br/>
+A chugging washing machine<br/>
+Haunting a cemetery<br/>
+Walking and grooming an old male dog<br/>
+Writing two thousand words not to share<br/>
+Sharing fifty<br/>
+Sound of simmering water under a rice bed<br/>
+Asia in a box<br/>
+American words adding water to Asia<br/>
+Dry Asian scent cutting in evaporating language<br/>
+Happiness is sticky rice<br/>
+All day long...
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+Day 2:  Cold neck
+
+My brain is different in the morning and with it my thoughts.  Sometimes I wonder if when Socrates said I think before I am, he'd had a lot of coffee or was manic depressive.  I woke at seven and though I had promised myself six it was a much better start than eight.  I washed up and put on clothes then  ate eggs and drank coffee.  Then I forced myself out the door.  I didn't think many thoughts walking Tobin.  In the beginning I decided I was lucky not to be cold with such warm hat and gloves.  When Tobin did his “job” he began to run after that.  It was good to watch him live out such exuberance, and for me was exhilarating to be out in the deeply frosted grass of the cemetery.  
+
+Last night I went against my highly structured schedule one time when I woke around eleven PM after three hours of sleep.  I broke rules and brought my computer into my room because I was restless.  It is too bad I did that though because I had been off of it since 5:15 and was enjoying the non-digital world.  I used facebook though and found out that  I had been misquoting my Elizabeth about the void.  “If you want to fill the void, you must first feel the void” was the actual expression.  
+
+I started thinking about Mom's house as a void.  For a long time I have been at war with my own home and some of the members of the home.  I would go out to eat at fast food restaurants or just drive to be out of the house before choosing to be at Mom's.  Or when I am there I would use the computer for hours and hours, like a teenager on a device trying to escape.  
+
+I am now surrounded by such wonderful things.  Why run or fight?  Why not join in?  I am playing Beethoven’s fifth once again, I smell the soft cutting scent of cheap lemon dish detergent, Mom rustles plastic bags in the soap water so as not to waste them, occasionally Tobin's collar jingles from my bedroom, but usually I hear a silent presence.  I need to always be this grateful for the little things.  
+
+Pickle is in her usual spot in the window, where she goes to plan her next kill when she prefers not to be outside.  The jade plant must not mind when she rubs up against it and it wobbles back and forth for a moment.  Maybe it likes her touch.  One day into the world and off facebook and escapism, and I am truly appreciating these things in the world.  
+
+My neck has finally warmed up from the outdoors walk with Tobin.  I am closing this up to write a real letter.  
+
+
+
+

diff --git a/posts/People_read_my_blog__33__.mdwn b/posts/People_read_my_blog__33__.mdwn
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+Making a difference, being pointed out as someone who cares, caring feels good.  If you think you cannot make an impact, be persistent.  Jo Billings, a musical activist from Alabama who helps birds find flight through oily wings found me!  She shared my link!  She found  the Elk River Clearwater facebook group I made!  She messaged me!  
+
+Social media can make people hate themselves.  It can feel boring and pointless or superficial.  But recent studies, actual studies reported about on NPR say that if used and reciprocated, it can improve a person's success and mental health.  Thanks Jo.  :)  It does feel gratifying for people to connect via social media!

diff --git a/posts/Happiness_is_Sticky_Rice.mdwn b/posts/Happiness_is_Sticky_Rice.mdwn
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+Happiness is Sticky Rice
+
+All day sticky rice<br/>
+Beethoven's fifth<br/>
+A chugging washing machine<br/>
+Haunting a cemetery<br/>
+Walking and grooming an old male dog<br/>
+Writing two thousand words not to share<br/>
+Sharing fifty<br/>
+Sound of simmering water under a rice bed<br/>
+Asia in a box<br/>
+American words adding water to Asia<br/>
+Dry Asian scent cutting in evaporating language<br/>
+Happiness is sticky rice<br/>
+All day long...

rename posts/Hanging_on.mdwn to posts/methylcyclohexanemethanol_versus_the_people_of_west_virginia.mdwn
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-Questions worth asking for those affected by the chemicals in WV.  
-
-Do people have enough water?, what are they doing when they don't have enough?, is it true some are becoming ill and vomiting?, what is it like there on the ground?, are medical facilities equip, does anyone with power have a long term plan?, where is affected an how far should people drive to help if they can?, what should we bring?, how long can 300,000 people live under these conditions?, are people moving out or going to far relatives or friends outside the affected chemicals?, where is the water going, where will it end up and what will be the affects?, who should pay for this financially?, who should pay reparations for the damages to people whether emotionally physically or otherwise?, who will voice for the voiceless who just need to survive?, what can I do to help,? how is this connected to mountaintop removal?, what about the use of coal (when will that end and how)?
-
-When will the powers shift so that presidents, companies, and community leaders see that coal cannot be clean?
-
-If not now when?
-
-This chemical is used to give a false sense of cleanliness to coal, a fossil fuel that by definition poisons everything that touches it.  
-
-
-In the first week of this crisis, I received the following email today actually.  It requests for certain bare necessities.  
-
-List of NEEDS!
-WATER preferable in portable containers.  Gallon jugs works best.
-Baby wipes .. no one has showered in days!
-paper  plates, cups, plastic forks, spoons, and knifes.
-containers to hold water is also useful.  CLEAN 5 gallon buckets to catch water in for instance helps a great deal as long as it raining.
-
-Van and Wharton Fire departments is the worst of the dire needs that I see.
-
-We are at the END of line for deliveries and are getting single pallets of water at a time.  
-
-The local fire departments are where they are taking and distributing these items.
-
-
-Van Fire Department is 3042458436 45 Sidney Street Van WV 25206
-
-Wharton Fire Departments is 3042476586  35279 Pond Fork Road Wharton WV 
-
-
-
-People are running out tanks of gas trying to chase down water.
-
-Here is a map I hope the link works.
-
-https://mapsengine.google.com/map/edit?mid=za5I_ZKh02oQ.kvviJe0QM-RI
-
-
-
- 
- 
-"No power on earth can stop an oppressed people determined to win their freedom"
-Nelson Mandela ~1961~
-
-www.acheact.org  END MTR ACT NOW!
- Maria Gunnoe
-Boone Co WV Organizer with
- www.ohvec.org
-2009 Goldman Prize Winner North America
-2012 Wallenberg Medal Recipient
-BOD: www.southwings.org
-"SouthWings protects and restores southeast ecosystems through flight"
-304-245-8481(o)
-
- 
diff --git a/posts/methylcyclohexanemethanol_versus_the_people_of_west_virginia.mdwn b/posts/methylcyclohexanemethanol_versus_the_people_of_west_virginia.mdwn
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+Questions worth asking for those affected by the chemicals in WV.  
+
+Do people have enough water?, what are they doing when they don't have enough?, is it true some are becoming ill and vomiting?, what is it like there on the ground?, are medical facilities equip, does anyone with power have a long term plan?, where is affected an how far should people drive to help if they can?, what should we bring?, how long can 300,000 people live under these conditions?, are people moving out or going to far relatives or friends outside the affected chemicals?, where is the water going, where will it end up and what will be the affects?, who should pay for this financially?, who should pay reparations for the damages to people whether emotionally physically or otherwise?, who will voice for the voiceless who just need to survive?, what can I do to help,? how is this connected to mountaintop removal?, what about the use of coal (when will that end and how)?
+
+When will the powers shift so that presidents, companies, and community leaders see that coal cannot be clean?
+
+If not now when?
+
+This chemical is used to give a false sense of cleanliness to coal, a fossil fuel that by definition poisons everything that touches it.  
+
+
+In the first week of this crisis, I received the following email today actually.  It requests for certain bare necessities.  
+
+List of NEEDS!
+WATER preferable in portable containers.  Gallon jugs works best.
+Baby wipes .. no one has showered in days!
+paper  plates, cups, plastic forks, spoons, and knifes.
+containers to hold water is also useful.  CLEAN 5 gallon buckets to catch water in for instance helps a great deal as long as it raining.
+
+Van and Wharton Fire departments is the worst of the dire needs that I see.
+
+We are at the END of line for deliveries and are getting single pallets of water at a time.  
+
+The local fire departments are where they are taking and distributing these items.
+
+
+Van Fire Department is 3042458436 45 Sidney Street Van WV 25206
+
+Wharton Fire Departments is 3042476586  35279 Pond Fork Road Wharton WV 
+
+
+
+People are running out tanks of gas trying to chase down water.
+
+Here is a map I hope the link works.
+
+https://mapsengine.google.com/map/edit?mid=za5I_ZKh02oQ.kvviJe0QM-RI
+
+
+
+ 
+ 
+"No power on earth can stop an oppressed people determined to win their freedom"
+Nelson Mandela ~1961~
+
+www.acheact.org  END MTR ACT NOW!
+ Maria Gunnoe
+Boone Co WV Organizer with
+ www.ohvec.org
+2009 Goldman Prize Winner North America
+2012 Wallenberg Medal Recipient
+BOD: www.southwings.org
+"SouthWings protects and restores southeast ecosystems through flight"
+304-245-8481(o)
+
+ 

diff --git a/posts/Hanging_on.mdwn b/posts/Hanging_on.mdwn
new file mode 100644
index 0000000..60e3a03
--- /dev/null
+++ b/posts/Hanging_on.mdwn
@@ -0,0 +1,56 @@
+Questions worth asking for those affected by the chemicals in WV.  
+
+Do people have enough water?, what are they doing when they don't have enough?, is it true some are becoming ill and vomiting?, what is it like there on the ground?, are medical facilities equip, does anyone with power have a long term plan?, where is affected an how far should people drive to help if they can?, what should we bring?, how long can 300,000 people live under these conditions?, are people moving out or going to far relatives or friends outside the affected chemicals?, where is the water going, where will it end up and what will be the affects?, who should pay for this financially?, who should pay reparations for the damages to people whether emotionally physically or otherwise?, who will voice for the voiceless who just need to survive?, what can I do to help,? how is this connected to mountaintop removal?, what about the use of coal (when will that end and how)?
+
+When will the powers shift so that presidents, companies, and community leaders see that coal cannot be clean?
+
+If not now when?
+
+This chemical is used to give a false sense of cleanliness to coal, a fossil fuel that by definition poisons everything that touches it.  
+
+
+In the first week of this crisis, I received the following email today actually.  It requests for certain bare necessities.  
+
+List of NEEDS!
+WATER preferable in portable containers.  Gallon jugs works best.
+Baby wipes .. no one has showered in days!
+paper  plates, cups, plastic forks, spoons, and knifes.
+containers to hold water is also useful.  CLEAN 5 gallon buckets to catch water in for instance helps a great deal as long as it raining.
+
+Van and Wharton Fire departments is the worst of the dire needs that I see.
+
+We are at the END of line for deliveries and are getting single pallets of water at a time.  
+
+The local fire departments are where they are taking and distributing these items.
+
+
+Van Fire Department is 3042458436 45 Sidney Street Van WV 25206
+
+Wharton Fire Departments is 3042476586  35279 Pond Fork Road Wharton WV 
+
+
+
+People are running out tanks of gas trying to chase down water.
+
+Here is a map I hope the link works.
+
+https://mapsengine.google.com/map/edit?mid=za5I_ZKh02oQ.kvviJe0QM-RI
+
+
+
+ 
+ 
+"No power on earth can stop an oppressed people determined to win their freedom"
+Nelson Mandela ~1961~
+
+www.acheact.org  END MTR ACT NOW!
+ Maria Gunnoe
+Boone Co WV Organizer with
+ www.ohvec.org
+2009 Goldman Prize Winner North America
+2012 Wallenberg Medal Recipient
+BOD: www.southwings.org
+"SouthWings protects and restores southeast ecosystems through flight"
+304-245-8481(o)
+
+ 

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+I feel like deleting the lyric poetry and putting up clean water things that people understand.  And yet more metaphors, come, mixed and scattered.

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+Recently one of my most majestic friends asked me not to ask her to pray for me.  She said so with more kindness and dignity than anyone I've heard.  So I was inspired to poetry and some atheism.
+
+Have you ever tried on the shoes of an atheist?  How long could you even stand them?  Right now I don't care if there is a god or not.  But what if people shoved God at me all the times, telling me I was wrong?
+
+So I wrote this.
+
+Great trees from little acorns grow.<br/>
+Brilliant minds so many do not know<br/>
+if God is real or not<br/>
+or know with clear conviction that<br/>
+God is just a plot.  
+
+Beautiful minds of scientists and poets<br/>
+express the best of reason<br/>
+firmly elocutioning that if we do not know it<br/>
+the hypothesis of God or god or snod<br/>
+should possibly be discounted<br/>
+if proven with a nod.
+
+Why is it that the brilliant ones<br/>
+tend to be the atheists?<br/>
+I know genius is all over, sure.<br/>
+And diversity is sic!<br/>
+But religiosity has killed more people<br/>
+than spread of things agnostic.   

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 I love her<br/>
-not or what she taught me<br/>
+not for what she taught me<br/>
 or because she's great or fair;<br/>
 
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+I love her<br/>
+not or what she taught me<br/>
+or because she's great or fair;<br/>
+
+I love her because<br/>
+she 'bout shot me<br/>
+and tends to pull my hair.
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+All water flows on.<br/>
+Tomorrow my watershed becomes<br/>
+your watershed tomorrow.
+
+2008 Merry Christmas!<br/>
+First responder activists boated in canoes<br/>
+through coal ash spill muck
+
+All water flows and cycles<br/>
+coming round again.<br/>
+2014 West Virginia's state of emergency.
+
+300,000 without potable water<br/>
+grocery stores running short of water<br/>
+All water flows on.  

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+There is a popular song right now<br/>
+beautiful words until it says<br/>
+war is one necessary kind of love
+
+Is that what people think?
+
+This is what I think:<br/>
+war is oppression.<br/>
+Fighting is only necessary 
+
+if it's for life.
+
+I don't know if you are self aware<br/>
+enough to know how lucky you are<br/>
+but I know this
+
+I have been handed things all my life!
+
+From free and discount therapy<br/>
+to rent less living, food,<br/>
+general kindness.
+
+A supportive family
+
+a father who I still confide in<br/>
+a mother who I am learning to confide in<br/>
+sparks of friends settling on my driftwood 
+
+The world here where we live is blinking
+
+Just opening and shutting its eyes<br/>
+one time in the scope of things<br/>
+in a lifetime of existence 
+
+and here people go blowing it up.
+
+Blowing eachother up<br/>
+enslaving one another worst than colonial times<br/>
+making purchases without even a thought of sweatshops.
+
+How will we heal the cancer of the world?
+
+Honey bees!  War ain't love!<br/>
+War is a mess.  War is the opposite of love.<br/>
+War is rape!
+
+You want to know what is free?
+
+Compassion is free!<br/>
+Love is free!<br/>
+Life is free!
+
+Rape is not love
+
+Rape is never love.<br/>  
+And more and more people are saying no<br/>
+The climate is saying no, 
+
+Winning the war is losing the battle.
+
+Peace is giving up old ways<br/>
+Using minimal amounts of petroleum products<br/>
+Taking the dagger out of all our relationships.

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+Neurotic excoriations are self-inflicted skin lesions produced by repetitive scratching. Because there is no known physical problem of the skin, this is a physical manifestation of an emotional problem. The classic lesions are characterized by clean, linear erosions, scabs and scars that can be hypopigmented or hyperpigmented. The lesions are usually similar in size and shape, and are grouped on easily accessible and exposed body sites, such as extensor surfaces of the extremities, face and upper back. Psychotropic medications and appropriate counseling can be effective treatments.

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+It was a big day for mothers!  My friend from college, Victoria, finally had her baby.  Over 20 hours in labor and 1 whole one pushing her daughter out!  I just took a bath, thinking of nothing really, singing cheerful music into the air.  It sounded like I was drunk at Mardigras celebrating.  I didn't know I was thinking of you until I came to my computer desk.  Two of my favorite mother friends were on the screen chatting with me in my absence actually since I was in the tub.  I am thirty one years old and how many times have I even acknowledged you here in me, the purpose of my life, my child?  
+
+I am writing this in big words though you are unborn to find the true emotion that I have, a mother with no child inside or out of me.  My general practitioner has a name for my condition.  I have been picking and scratching at my skin for over a year now, maybe two.  Is that how old you are?  Are you in the world already?  I feel that you need me.  I know that you need me.  
+
+Or was that when I first said these words out loud to my friend Elizabeth.  "I never got to admit that I always wanted to have a baby."  I don't remember her reply.  She grew up with the understanding that she would have kids.  I don't think I had that.  Since my adulthood and bipolar diagnosis there was a lot of shuffling and deck stacking around the concept of the unfit mother.  
+
+I want you to know that my skin thing where I pick at my belly is because I need to find you.  That is more important to say than "I was asleep" which obscures the facts behind a haze of self endowed stigma.  I want to be a mother.  I want a child.  I would probably not name you Vega, but this letter is to you.  Maybe I would name you Vega. 
+
+I know you exist somewhere.  My friend says you are in me somewhere whether or not I ever conceive you or if you are someone I adopt.  I need to quit hurting myself.  I need to wake up every night when I scratch my stomach and stand on my head if it helps.  I need to ultimately find the solution to you, to help you.  
+
+For a long time I thought I was too self centered.  I wish I had you to love and commit myself to.  What is the decision to or to not have a child?  To me it involves much fear and trembling.  It is a decision though.  A decision of the heart.  I am sorry I have been suppressing you.  We need to start talking.  

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+I have a flighty mind.  It is hard for me to sit still for too long at a task, let alone accomplish something.  Some say this is an element of my bipolar disorder.  I don't know if that is true or how to prove it but I have been working on this all of my adult life or failing at it.  
+
+I also am a cause driven person, someone who cares about my world.  But I don't want to walk away from things that concern me.  So I am still thinking about this museum as something I would like to invest time and energy in.  I think it is good and amazing that it is in my hometown where I fortunately can live while feeling comfortable.  
+
+I applied to some things away and canceled the applications.  My therapist told me she predicted I could call off things, the MFA programs, the plumbing internship in California.  
+
+With that in mind, my pans to help the museum seem terribly big.  Am I capable?

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+I am writing you personally and professionally to ask for ideas, money, and manpower for the Nyumba Ya Tausi-Peacock Museum in Bristol VA.  In short, it is owned and operated by one 80 plus year old woman who will not be around forever, and I am concerned about what will happen to it when she dies.  The curator and owner Wilhelmina Banks is hoping that an African American will take interest in her museum and carry the collection into the future.  I worry about what will happen if she cannot pass i on. 
+
+This is the link.  http://www.myswva.org/explore/nyumba-ya-tausi-peacock-museum
+
+Any thought or advice are welcome!  

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+Mom:  I put this little round thing in the manger scene to signify the Mystery of the birth.<br/>
+Me:  It is a goll.  G-O-L-L.<br/>
+Mom:  That's not even how you spell gall.<br/>  
+Me:  I may not know how to spell it, but at least I know what it is.  

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+I changed my mind.  Instead of publishing this as an ebook, it is here for free.  Enjoy!
+
+Part 1
+
+A million crows flew over my head but I wasn't counting.  It really was more like a thousand.  I had been paying a special attention to the crows since reading a scientific article I found off of Facebook.com that crows can distinguish between people.  When I heard that, I began talking to crows especially when I walked my dog in the cemetery each morning.  Sometimes they answered.  What where they saying?
+
+The hunters are coming.  Quick!  Somebody needs to tell the bison that the hunters are coming.
+
+On New Years Eve I found myself trying to reckon Eric B into letting me come visit, though I didn't actually ask very directly until suddenly I got off the phone, then call him right back and asked...  I am not sure why I impulsively was moved to go see my old friend whose home I have never visited.  But thinking back I do remember I once was invited to his home for a New Years Eve party that I could not attend.  He and his friends would walk down the road to where it was a different timezone and get to go back in time one year.  Pretty neat.  But instead of doing that with him this time' I told him about the crows.
+
+The hunters are coming and soon I establish that we must know if we are hunters ourselves.  And if we are hunters well should we get ready or should we convert to a vegetarian self.
+
+When I was in middle school, my cat Purrfect was run over by a car the day before Thanksgiving.  Or maybe he ate automotive fluids.  Yes I think that was what happened because I was guilty and worried that I should not be a human.  I was changing and tuning into the spiritual side of me that always had been “outdoorsy” but was even more connected to Earth as a huge important part of my life.    On Thanksgiving I announced to the family that I would be a vegetarian.  Anna, my sister probably said then as she does now that was not actually necessary to balance the biosphere or help Earth as long as we grow and harvest our own meat.  My brother likely pointed out that it was rude to announce to a meager family that I was turning my nose at the turkey they had carved for me.  But as always my whole family supported my behavior.  And teased me that gravy “actually is made with meat and won't you pass the carcass?”  This was a very important time for my awakening consciousness to my role on Earth and the question of whether I am a hunter or a gatherer or if I am non-nomadic, a farmer.
+
+To ask myself if I am a hunter or gatherer or farmer is really to question within.  To question within can mean many things, but what I mean here is to wonder about my role in the earth.  Food and eating is one crucial thing to tap into as eating is one basic human need.  But what I am eating is not the only question that I am solving when questioning within.
+
+Eric told me of a animal card reading that had a crow on it.  When he asked the reader what the crow represented, she said that somebody should tell the bison that the hunters are coming.  That is why I am writing this.  I am the town caller.  I am Paul Revere.  But am I a hunter or a gatherer or a farmer?  And what does each mean?
+
+A farmer tends after living creation but is willing to look at a dying creature while their life seeps out of their eyes and the light dims.  How do I know that?  I have never killed.  I eat meat.  I ate a sausage biscuit before thinking or writing this.  Was it my last?  Am I a bison or am I a hunter, or am I a deer or a crow?
+
+A hunter kills for their living.  I know this now:  I am living like a hunter, but I am not a hunter.  Most modern Americans and other people who strive to live a Westernized culture live like hunters unless they are scavenging on the street.  I cannot imagine much of the emotions that a real hunter must have.  I would not want to kill.  I would not want to kill if the animal had not surrendered its life first to me, if it did not consent.  If it did not know me.  If it was sacred as all life is, I would not want to kill more than a farmer.  I understand farming not because I grew up as a toddler on a farm in Virginia, but because I am soul searching.  I know I could be a farmer because I questioned within and listened very carefully and it was a clear answer.  I can be a farmer but NOT a hunter.  I could not love myself or live as a hunter.  But I am.  I am living as a hunter.  That is why I take fancy expensive medicine, drive my car to the store, and experience a general disconnect with where my electricity and other things come from.  The hunters are coming.  So to get ready, I need to think think and search inward.  Eating is the metaphor.  Hunting is a microcosm.  Prepare yourself.  
+
+Could I be a gatherer?  Some could.  Maybe.  It seems harder.  I would doubt that that little amount of nutrient energy would sustain me enough for me to feel good about my food.  Another thing I know is that some gathers like bison become the food of the hunters.  Some gatherers are martyrs for Earth.  Others are victims of avarice.  

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diff --git a/posts/Hope_for_Anarchy_in_Appalachia.mdwn b/posts/Hope_for_Anarchy_in_Appalachia.mdwn
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+Hope for Anarchy in Appalachia 
+
+Pawing through<br/>
+tea and coffee stained pages<br/>
+my cheep print shop<br/>
+reaches me from my past
+
+The rough edges<br/>
+feel the most loved
+
+Now I write poems about cats<br/>
+and butterflies<br/>
+but yes somebody still needs to rip<br/>
+the guts out of the Capitalist Beast
+
+that takes Dominion<br/>
+over my sheep<br/>
+Pray for Anarchy<br/>
+in Appalachia

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+Four letters<br/>
+from four of my favorite friends<br/>
+STAB, STAB, STAB, STAB
+
+When the spear enters the front<br/>
+it makes a certain kabob<br/>
+of the mushroom
+
+I assure you the mushroom<br/>
+feels as much pain<br/>
+whether front or back.
+
+
+But now I laugh<br/>
+these letters off<br/>
+they taught me boundaries, space.
+
+Maggie, I love you,<br/>
+but bug off.<br/>
+I love you, but we are just ok.
+
+Maggie I love you,<br/> 
+but what she said.<br/>
+"What she said speaks my mind."

diff --git a/posts/Quirky_Update.mdwn b/posts/Quirky_Update.mdwn
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 <a href="http://www.quirky.com/invent/822273/action/vote/query/sort=ending_soon&categories=all"> here is a link to my game with the most recent game board I made for Anna and Mark</a>
+
+
+[[two_shoes_home_free]]

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+<a href="http://www.quirky.com/invent/822273/action/vote/query/sort=ending_soon&categories=all"> here is a link to my game with the most recent game board I made for Anna and Mark</a>

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+when the Buddha died his body burst into millions of butterflies which traveled to the purr boxes of a billion cats.  Our hearts have been warmed by them.