New Name, same varmint

I am here.

Of holding and being held

With no apologies to the ballad of Tam Lin.

This is another queer love story—

When your beloved trades skin for scales, let yourself become the dark earth beneath their belly; the warm rock upon which they bask.

If you awaken to a bear, bade them rest among the gloaming green.

Bury your head into the impossible softness of their lion’s mane and breathe their sacred name.

House an ember in your heart’s forge until it is a hearth, and know that if this

Is all there is

It would be enough.

Plunge your love into the well and emerge holding your unblemished heart.


Source: CSA

Long story short, I’ve moved a very long way from my home, and I am thrilled that while I settle into my new life, I will be able to connect with my surroundings in such a lovely way!

I Vow — Amoret BriarRose

“When you see something that is not fair, not right, not just, you must have the courage to stand up, to speak up and find a way to get in the way.”

—Rep. John Lewis (D-Ga.)

Amoret hits it right on the head, and I can’t wait to be shoulder-to-shoulder with her.

“How dare I be discouraged in the work by anything so trivial as the fear of personal failure?” – Paul Williams I am a white cisgender woman. I will mess it up. I will do it wrong. I will have good intentions and they will sometimes translate into shitty actions. I will be thoughtless sometimes, selfish […]

via I Vow — Amoret BriarRose

Constellatory Community

These are not the times for glory or fame—these are times of synergy and connection. The very best of us will become the little lines between stars that will construct constellations, making sense of the glimmers in darkness, guiding the way.

Akhiladeshvari, the Hindu Goddess of Never Not Broken

Lady of innumerable pieces, of splintered expectations,
of the thousand cuts that hew coarse stone
into glimmering gems…

Akhilanda, so broken she cannot hold fear—
crocodile-rider, brave balancer who stays steady
even as the beast snaps and whirls, drawing
prey underwater faster than undertow.

Teach us the lessons of the center that cannot hold,
of long nights spent on the floor in the dark,
of the change that spurs growth, of the sacred
wounding that leaves us fractured, faceted:
whirling and luminous with inner light.

Deirdra Harris Glover

Peaceful Language in Violent Times

Words shape consciousness.

The words we use, especially when we are in places of prominence, authority and privilege, bleed into other’s worldview.

Right now, indigenous peoples are gathering at Standing Rock Sioux Tribe to place their bodies between the water, their heritage sites and the oil industry. Some are calling them protestors. The U.S. Chamber called them “anti-energy“. Buzzfeed haplessly used quotes around the term, “sacred ground” when describing Sioux territory, including ancestral graves, prayer circles and other sites of irreplaceable indigenous history.

The Standing Rock Sacred Camp is possibly the largest gathering of amassed indigenous peoples, united in protection of the earth and its water. Many more bands, nations and tribes have expressed support by sending supplies and contributing to legal funds.

The company responsible for the pipeline construction have erected fences on land that is not theirs, and churned the soil without legal easements in place. They have hired private security and used chemicals and attack dogs on the camp’s residents.

If this were land owned by the wealthy and white, tearing down fences someone built on their land would be hailed by the media as common sense. If violence occurred in defense of white land, the majority would cite stand-your-ground laws, even castle doctrine.

Words shape public opinion, permeate society’s consciousness. They way we speak, in commodities and two-sided conflict, doesn’t apply to this sort of action. Our vocabularies have lost the means to convey this combination of strength, fear, and resolution. They are standing for their ancestry, their culture and dignity. They are standing for clean water as a part of The Sacred, water as a human right, and water as a universal need. We can build a world without oil, but it will be inconvenient. To the Standing Rock Sacred Camp, they can build a life without their stones, their cairns, without a pristine lake, but it would not be worth living.