Less is More, For a Third

There are the times when the truism, ‘less is more’, is the ultimate results building block.

I enjoyed this simplification of processing to action when it came on my media feeds: the disbelief, the hurt, the despair, then the full-on kick ass course correction.

My process my entire life

My process my entire life

Only two courses of action have created the worst of every social situation – those who have pursued them and the others who turned their face away from it.

We need to push ourselves through fear, uneasiness, and comfort and get in front of people who have less. We are the third option. Yes, it is that simple.

RL

 

Story in Seven Words…

…And life goes on for the free…

Their history need not matter. All reasons for discord, glossed over. The prayers of the descendants of those on whom ‘freedom’ was built, can only grow.  The work for root causes to finally be addressed set back. Maybe for only a step, maybe for more.

The voiceless and the weaker were at the window, for a short while. They reflected back what was really under the covers.  Too much truth was unbearable and the shutters were pulled again.  Truths were too unwieldy and the victimizers quickly became the downtrodden for having to feel the consequences of their own centuries.

Suddenly feeling any of the oppression of those centuries for the whole of five minutes that was their ordeal and they, the free, could no longer go on.

Is it true then, that when it comes to real equality, the ones who are ‘more equal’, will always and ever refuse any of the pain of the lessers? It is real then, that you can only be good and noble as long as you aren’t required to pinch it in for any amount, in any truly changing and meaningful way?

I know how that looks to the people who held up the mirror for those minutes.

Yes, life is back to normal for the truly free…

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RL

Friday Funnies, ‘Cause Who Can’t Use a Laugh?

It’s Halloween, pretty much.  Day to day aside, who can seriously take every minute seriously, especially at this time of the year?  Isn’t there some kind of actual law that forbids it anyway?

OK then, I’m off the hook, freed as it were, to fun again if I want to.

Let’s kick off a little frivolity with my own favorite sidekick, that bat guy… They don’t call me Robyn for nothin’.

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I personally think, Batman should have been more specific. The Robin is only trying to help.

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I worked with this guy. Total wannabe.

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Damn you, Match.com!

Damn you, Match.com!

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Yeaah… Robin knew to take an earlier elevator to arrive at the same time as the ‘fliers’. Just sayin’

Yeah, me and Batman. Bloody, like.

Yeah, me and Batman. Bloody, like.

Then the rest of the world enjoys some fun in a different skin too, so to speak…

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It’s a good sign when nature takes part in our rituals.

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Anyone else ever hear of an octopus dressing up as a turkey?

Yeaaaaahhh... not so sure I want nature to go quite this far to participate in our rituals...

Yeaaaaahhh… not so sure I want nature to go quite this far to participate in our rituals… This might be a good place to draw the line.

OK, not a costume;, this is just what we all put on the day after Halloween.

OK, not a costume; this is just what we all put on the day after Halloween –  y’all know it’s true.

I hope everyone has a chance to have a hell of a laugh or two during the fun and games of October 31st.

Trick or treat!

RL

October Surprises

He knows he’s always been loved
Held by an eternal ribbon of energy, binding lifetimes after lifetime
Until madness strikes, darkening, once again, all revelation

Hope became obscured by landmines of poisoned frivolities
Silly id dreams; a dance mix of Oedipus, Tantalus, Aristippus…
Every step an intriguing claim of elevation, all baseless; mocking Divinity’s design

The guileless taken unawares that soon their sky would become green
and the clouds will rain red and azure seas would boil brown
The world turned inside out within the haze of fear’s divisive fires

october-butterfliesHe knelt before her
held out his hand to her heart
whispered, forgive me

She sighed, can’t do dark
Only light truly sees light
You’ve always known that

You still felt my heart
in every distraction
Holy exceeds all

She takes his hand and holds it in her lap
She said, you were always my sun
and she joined all the spots on his hand with her lips

Her tracings on his hand reminded them of the beginning
when she first saw him and she connected all the dots
of a future begging to be mapped

Hope was their only highway
and desires assured everything was real
before meaninglessness ruined yet another lifetime…

…and then, Divinity promised another…

RL
Photo Credit: Randall Willis, who was treated to the lovely surprise of Monarchs October 2nd at Beaches Boardwalk, Toronto
Daily prompt, writing challenge: Promises
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/breakthrough/

REDress Day of Recognition #MMIWG 2016

This is a day to pay tribute to those women and girls we’ve lost from Indigenous communities, and to honor those we have hope will one day return home. October 4th is chosen to honor the lives of over 4,000 Indigenous women tragically taken from their loved ones, most often with little awareness of the circumstances between 1980 to 2016.

This day is meant to raise awareness about that and of the ongoing violence, at significantly higher rates toward Indigenous women and girls than any other demographic on the continent. With awareness comes greater hope and opportunity to get to the root of all the issues that encompass these losses.  We remain diligent and attentive as a national inquiry is now underway in Canada.

It’s the 10th year of this recognition started by the Sisters In Spirit Vigil (SIS) organization which, along with an idea begun by artist Jaime Black for public displays of red dresses to represent missing and murdered Indigenous women, includes marches and candlelight vigils in many towns and cities across the country.

Last year I hung my red dress under my weeping willow tree.  This year I hung a dress in a location that holds the memory of many women. The entire effort took some interesting legwork and cost me some scratches and torn clothing, but I wanted to speak for them. I wanted them to know we remember, I wanted them to know they are loved.

I held out my tobacco offering and prayers and hung up the dress while a friend took pictures of my appeal for awareness.  He edited out the hanging stand, lending an ethereal effect. It seemed to make the dress feel free or freed.

Within this all, I send my love and hope for all our grandmothers, mothers, aunties, sisters, and our daughters…

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Update October 6th: Photographer Darren Quarin drove by the farm and found that the chair had been thrown off the hill it was photographed on and the red dress was nowhere to be found…

RL

Photo & Editing Credits: Darren Quarin, Quarin Photography