dragonyphoenix: Death as the Hogfather (santa muerte)
I wouldn't have expected a Krampus doll to be less disturbing than an elf toy.
dragonyphoenix: (raven)
I'd thought Foyle's War had stopped at season 5 with the end of WWII, but I saw a preview for an episode I'd never seen. There are three more seasons! Yay!

rift

Sep. 13th, 2016 05:15 pm
dragonyphoenix: Blackadder looking at scraps of paper, saying "It could use a beta" (blackadder)
I've been scanning old family photos and saw that my Dad was not at my cousin Jen's wedding. This has to mean he wasn't invited. I know there's a rift in the family but I didn't realize it was that strong that far back. ;-(
dragonyphoenix: (blue flower)

The Journey by Mary Oliver

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could save.

dragonyphoenix: (Frida and God)
Maram, as a reflection of our conversation from last night, a link on my Tumblr feed sent me to another example of small details in dress indicating home / family: The tribespeople of Wadi Mahram, separated by only a few kilometres, wear similar dress but with details that distinguish each branch of the tribe from the others
dragonyphoenix: (raven)
These comments are the funniest thing I've seen in ages, possibly ever.
dragonyphoenix: (blue flower)
Letter to the Northern Lights by Aimee Nezhukumatathil

The light here on earth keeps us plenty busy: a fire
in central Pennsylvania still burns bright since 1962.

Whole squads of tiny squid blaze up the coast of Japan
before sunrise. Of course you didn’t show when we went

searching for you, but we found other lights: firefly,
strawberry moon, a tiny catch of it in each other’s teeth.

Someone who saw you said they laid down
in the middle of the road and took you all in,

and I’m guessing you’re used to that—people falling
over themselves to catch a glimpse of you

and your weird mint-glow shushing itself over the lake.
Aurora, I’d rather stay indoors with him—even if it meant

a rickety hotel and its wood paneling, golf carpeting
in the bathrooms, and grainy soapcakes. Instead

of waiting until just the right hour of the shortest
blue-night of the year when you finally felt moved

enough to collide your gas particles with sun particles—
I’d rather share sunrise with him and loon call

over the lake with him, the slap of shoreline threaded
through screen windows with him. My heart

slams in my chest, against my shirt—it’s a kind
of kindling you’d never be able to light on your own.
dragonyphoenix: (blue flower)
“Living is a form of not being sure, not knowing what next or how. The moment you know how, you begin to die a little. The artist never entirely knows. We guess. We may be wrong, but we take leap after leap in the dark.” ― Agnes De Mille
dragonyphoenix: Blackadder looking at scraps of paper, saying "It could use a beta" (Default)


"My best friends have beautiful children and if what I have to do to keep their daughters from getting raped or harassed or abused is choose to accept that domestic violence is a men’s issue too, then I’ll do that. And if their sons grow to be like the men that they see so it’s on me to be like the men I want them to be, then I’ll do that too."

dragonyphoenix: (raven)
In out-of-the-way places of the heart,
Where your thoughts never think to wander,
This beginning has been quietly forming,
Waiting until you were ready to emerge.

For a long time it has watched your desire,
Feeling the emptiness growing inside you,
Noticing how you willed yourself on,
Still unable to leave what you had outgrown.

It watched you play with the seduction of safety
And the gray promises that sameness whispered,
Heard the waves of turmoil rise and relent,
Wondered would you always live like this.

Then the delight, when your courage kindled,
And out you stepped onto new ground,
Your eyes young again with energy and dream,
A path of plenitude opening before you.

Though your destination is not yet clear
You can trust the promise of this opening;
Unfurl yourself into the grace of beginning
That is at one with your life's desire.

Awaken your spirit to adventure;
Hold nothing back, learn to find ease in risk;
Soon you will be home in a new rhythm,
For your soul senses the world that awaits you.
dragonyphoenix: (raven)
You have not danced so badly, my dear, Trying to hold hands with the Beautiful One. You have waltzed with great style, My sweet, crushed angel, To have ever neared God's Heart at all. Our Partner is notoriously difficult to follow, And even His best musicians are not always easy to hear. So what if the music has stopped for a while. So what If the price of admission to the Divine Is out of reach tonight. So what, my dear, If you do not have the ante to gamble for Real Love. The mind and the body are famous For holding the heart ransom, But Hafiz knows the Beloved's eternal habits. Have patience, For He will not be able to resist your longing For long. You have not danced so badly, my dear, Trying to kiss the Beautiful One. You have actually waltzed with tremendous style, O my sweet, O my sweet, crushed angel. - Hafiz
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