May you all be loved and love well; "I would recognise you in total darkness, were you mute and I deaf. I would recognise you in another lifetime entirely, in different bodies, different times. And I would love you in all of this, until the very last star in the sky burnt out into oblivion." ― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

https://tidal.com/browse/track/271939140 ... "And it feels good to be known so well I can't hide from you like I hide from myself I remember who I am when I'm with you"

Not sure who may need this, take what lands and leave the rest... I found this to be a worthwhile watch - The Wisdom of Trauma | Kanopy https://www.kanopy.com/product/13041635 Also, a good reason to join your local library for a Kanopy streaming subscription.

A Hundred Other Names for Autism • Writings – Bayo Akomolafe Bayo Akomolafe

A Hundred Other Names for Autism • Writings – Bayo Akomolafe

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I know everyone here seems to be devs and BTC peeps… but Yellowjackets is the wildest ride - J’adore Christina Ricci, Juliette Lewis, Melanie Lynsky and…Simone Kessell

Nite y’all

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Renee Olstead - Sleepwalk

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Good morning, “just go to the shed”… pondering an alternative approach to psychological avoidance from Oliver Burkeman, The Imperfectionist;

The Imperfectionist: Just go to the shed

Just go to the shed It's always a little disorienting to realise how much of life is dictated by psychological avoidance – by the effort to avoid...

Mōrena, Good morning! An illustrated exploration of scapegoating for your pleasure, from The Spinoff;

The Spinoff

The Side Eye: The trans tipping point

In times of difficulty, people have always found less powerful groups on whom to blame all of society's problems.

Finished my working week and catching up with #Succession I love that Sarah Snook’s character is colloquially referred to as a word also used for “a knife or razor used as a weapon”

Good morning, of to work… day 7. Sharing one of my favoured pieces. Everything is Waiting for You by David Whyte. Your great mistake is to act the drama as if you were alone. As if life were a progressive and cunning crime with no witness to the tiny hidden transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely, even you, at times, have felt the grand array; the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowding out your solo voice. You must note the way the soap dish enables you, or the window latch grants you freedom. Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity. The stairs are your mentor of things to come, the doors have always been there to frighten you and invite you, and the tiny speaker in the phone is your dream-ladder to divinity. Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into the conversation. The kettle is singing even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots have left their arrogant aloofness and seen the good in you at last. All the birds and creatures of the world are unutterably themselves. Everything is waiting for you.

Just sharing this poem for anyone who needs it… yes it was a delightful find on Substack

Striving: National Poetry Month, Day 8

After all that God allowed that man to go through Job asked: Why? And God said: Bitch!