I miss deep conversations and want new thinkers and artists to commune with.
I’m interested in creating art, dismantling repression, healing trauma, and becoming a better human.
topics: herbalism, anthropology, psychology, music, writing, dreams, poetry, feminism, neuroscience
Yeah. No one knows why.
Couldn’t be the hormones and poisons in our foods or the environmental toxins in our cleaners, hygiene products, and water.
@RobertKennedyJr@nytimes
@dabconnoisseur@Jonnyjoecanna Thanks, Adam! @RepWeinstein, thank you for upholding the voice of the people. Hopefully Ohio does better at honoring individual rights than some other states.
Frankly, it has always been anti-American for the government to dictate what plants a person can and cannot grow.
How is this $75 worth of ink?
@epson, you are running a scam. I just replaced my color ink cartridges so I could print in black and white (scam #1) and ran out of the $75 in ink by the time I’d printed a few tests (scam #2)
Make it make sense.
#consumeralert#corruptbusiness
I’m addressing sexual repression, religious trauma, and life challenges — with the goal of self-healing and actualisation.
Find my usual stories, art, and poetry.
Plus, two new sections.
🧰 Toolkit for helpful resources
🧠 Intellectual salon for my fave mind-expanding content
I basically spend all of my time on Threads now… 🤷♀️
Why aren’t you following me there?
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Also, the blog is being resurrected. Check it out.
https://t.co/3u8WHQvuUs
#poetrycommunity#bloggingcommunity#WritingCommunity
@WhoresofYore Was this common in practice? 🤔
These types of lists always remind me of the sex bracelet hysteria list from 2003 which turned out to be… not really practiced much.
Screenshot from site still protecting youth decades later. 🙏 🙄
Good luck figuring US out, future historians!
We are shifting and changing at lightning speed — as a society and as a species.
The systems we have built, by their very nature, must evolve or collapse.
Humanity is fragile.
Our way of life even more so.
Keep your wits about you.
Doctors are not Gods.
(trust your body)
Scientists are not infallible.
(keep seeking)
Politicians are not altruistic.
(be wary)
Journalists are not unbiased.
(read both sides)
Intelligence questions.
(everything)
@wildlytweeting Ahhh, yes… the obsession with hole-y mission shoes! 🤔 🤮
I can’t tell you how many testimonies I heard about worn out shoes — or how many wives I heard joke about the old beat up shoes in the closet hubby couldn’t part with because they were a badge of his righteousness. 🤦♀️
@wildlytweeting I didn’t serve a mission, but how the lds church robs its young adults of money, time, and opportunities breaks my heart.
Missionaries are the face of the church, but they are also some of the greatest victims of its soul-crushing (even body-crushing) practices.
exmormon
Don’t be afraid to do the thing.
Or be afraid, but do it anyway.
You’ll likely fail, but it’s glorious to fail in pursuit of that which calls you. You’ll know more the next time you try. Maybe the same dream, maybe a new one.
And sometimes, you’ll prevail.
10 years ago, I stood in front of a classroom full of high schoolers on my first day student teaching and told them I’d lived a thousand lives because I had read about them.
There is truth in that.
But since then, I’ve been actually living - something I had then failed to do 🧵
It turns out that living is a bit different than reading about living. And yet, I really have lived several different lives in this decade.
Every year and season, an opportunity for transformation and renewal.
I, once an object at rest, now set in motion - MOVE.
Today, I turn his birth year without him. There’s an order to it, and it feels right, but grief is still heavy.
FYI, a Beddian birthday is when your age matches your own birth year.
I don’t think there’s a term for the year two people turn each other’s. Correct me if I’m wrong.
When I realized Grandpa was turning 88 this year, everything stopped. I remembered sitting in his chair with him, numbers scratched on a piece of paper.
2022, the year we would turn each other’s birth years.
Grandpa assumed he wouldn’t make it, but the math amused him anyway.
Grandpa lived to see his 88th birthday. As he confusedly blew out the candles, my mom asked what he wished for.
His answer? A good nap.
He got what he wanted.
He went to sleep as fall faded, and his soul quietly slipped out the window to meet Grandma among the stars.
I was the girl telling the kids at school that Santa was definitely real “because my parents wouldn’t lie to me.”
Be careful the seeds of belief (and doubt) you plant in your children.
@eleighbarrett @RobShiveley Leaving was the most painful thing I ever did. It was a complete loss of self and community.
I’m sorry you’re feeling the pain of the toxicity in the church. Stay as long as it feeds you, but when you consider cutting your losses, know there’s a community out here for you.
@eleighbarrett @RobShiveley Getting out feels impossible, and in many ways, it is. My identity, social life, and financial security were enmeshed in the church, to say nothing of my supposed salvation.
The supportive community that love bombed me into their image evaporated when I became inactive.