theunderestimator:

Early everyday bohemian life of Patti Smith, photographed by Judy Linn.

More than 100 black and white photos of young Patti, sometimes surrounded by her lovers at the time Robert Mapplethorpe and Sam Shepard are published in "Patti Smith 1969-1976, Photographs by Judy Linn".

my hero`in. patti smith

Authentishitty

own up to your shit, don`t flush`it!

air it out to dry and burn as fuel for fire.

Get over owner`shit, just`shit… you`ll feel better.

ecklecticsoul:

{Strolling Series by Cecile Emeke}

Sexism,Patriarchy,Racism and Colonialsm.Full Discourse

darksilenceinsuburbia:

Fortunis Licetus De Monstris

Fortunio Liceti (1577-1657) was an Italian philosopher, doctor and scientist. He studied medicine and philosophy at the University of Bologna before becoming a lecturer of logic at the University of Pisa and then a professor of philosophy at the University of Padua. Liceti was omnivorous in his interests writing books on mathematics, philosophy, astronomy, genetics and disease. He was friends with Galileo and the mathematician Bonaventura Cavalieri, who once remarked that Liceti was such a prodigious scholar that he produced a book a week. It’s certainly true that Liceti did have a rather impressive output of scientific and philosophical texts during his life ranging on subjects as diverse as the immortality of the soul, gem stones and the causes of headaches (which he thought were the microcosmic equivalent of lightning).

His most famous work was De monstrorum causis, natura et differentiis (Of the causes of monsters, nature and differences) that documented the many “monstrosities” and deformities reported in nature. The book chimed with the public’s interest in “monsters” and “freaks” and Liceti documented all of the stories of man-beasts, mermaids, wolf children as well as the physical abnormalities he had witnessed (co-joined twins, multiple-limbed children, hermaphrodites and alike). Liceti did not consider these “monstri” as abnormal, but rather as attempts of nature to fashion life as best as possible, in the same way an artist would create art with whatever materials were available.

It is said that I see the convergence of both Nature and art, because one or the other not being able to make what they want, they at least make what they can.

He was also the first to posit the idea that fetal disease could lead to abnormalities in children.

De monstrorum causis, natura et differentiis was first published in 1616 without illustrations, a lavish illustrated second edition was published in Padua in 1634, with a further edition De monstris (or what you might call the mass market edition) was produced in Amsterdam in 1665. It is from the last edition that these incredible images are from.

Eggs and chickens from the egg shack #eggs #shack #ontariofarm. Mmh delicious

Eggs and chickens from the egg shack #eggs #shack #ontariofarm. Mmh delicious

City a glow with purple blue and red. #toronto #citylights . Anyone else notice all the purple around town in cloths lights and sounds? Purple is the colour of supernatural, the most powerful visible wavelength. Represents mystery, magic, spirituality. We who be wearing it sub consciously recognize that we are royalty. #Purple represent.

City a glow with purple blue and red. #toronto #citylights . Anyone else notice all the purple around town in cloths lights and sounds? Purple is the colour of supernatural, the most powerful visible wavelength. Represents mystery, magic, spirituality. We who be wearing it sub consciously recognize that we are royalty. #Purple represent.

move a’head with heart

Feeling a little lost and blocked creatively, which seems to be the norm these days for us youth seeking our place in this ridiculous, unnatural world. I know I need to leave home, this big busy city of T.O. to have space and time to work on the stories that have been stuck in my head for many many moons. I have made the decision to move to British Columbia, having just been there this summer exploring. It is easy to move to Vancouver, the big city in western Canada. I am not too keen to be in a city for now, but it is so much easier! Doing the whole getting a job, finding fellow spiritual beings, there is something about the city that is comforting and familiar and those are the things I am leaving behind here in T.O.

Where do I want to go? I didn’t explore as much as I could have during the summer to find that place to move to. It wasn’t what I was thinking of at the time when traveling with my cousin who isn’t as adventurous as myself when it comes to following the heart and seeing where she takes you. I can’t wish to go back, only look to the future.

The future, I see mountains, I see wilderness, I see community and fires, I see gatherings, I see birds and bears and all sorts of wild animals. I see peace. I feel calm just imagining a future away from monetary gain and towards spiritual gain.

It’s funny, because it is so easy to live a life of the city. Was looking at all the jobs I could do (For I am blessed to be good at anything I set mind to. Quick study, awesome with people). It is too easy. But half of me, perhaps more isn’t looking for easy. Isn’t looking for that career the stability in in’come, to be “successful” in capitalist means. Success to me means being part of and building a strong united community where everyone is healthy and fed both nutritiously and spiritually. Success means being free to be authentic, you and me. Everyone to be completely themselves. The recognition of free will and the responsibility and gift that comes from having right to choose.  

I choose writing, storytelling, conversations about life happenings and things we are feeling. Growing food, harvesting food, shamanistic journeys, playing with children (of all ages), bringing people together to share whatever it is we need to let go of and make space for more ebb and flow of life.

And yet. I feel torn from that because for so many people in my life that sounds like a ridiculous thing. It doesn’t sound possible. Sounds like something to do on the side of being “successful”. But living shouldn’t come second to making money. When did that happen? And yet, in this sad world of fear and division, money appears to run the system.

So, where do I go, when I don’t have much money and have this huge feeling of fear lodged in my chest cavity?! I know everything will be alright. I trust the universe and I know the universe trusts me, otherwise I wouldn’t be here, being me. Still scared of the unknown, of where to go, of the risks I need to take to be taken to where I need to go. I am not alone though. That is the beautiful thing, I got people out west for guidance. But I cannot rely on other people. I ultimately need to make the choice of where I need to be. On trusting myself to make the ultimate risk -to leap with faith into flight, into the unknown, as light.

Wanted to share this, get these worries out there. Perhaps hear how these words resonates with you.

I have been asking the universe for help, for guidance. I am working on completely surrendering to creator, and yet I still don’t feel I have truly done so as fear keeps holding me back.

Fear has got my back and now I won’t turn back, only moving a’head with my heart.

thanks’giving made real. the story of how i cut off a pheasants head for thanks’giving.

As I awaken more and more each day to realize the wonder of the world. Just how fraking magical, mystical, beautiful this life is. That all of existence comes from love, and that nothing would exist without love. This Thanksgiving weekend universe once again plays out through lived experience just how perfect it is in the most wild and strange ways when paying attention. When present.

We – me, mom, sister, and dog went for a hike on a beautiful sunny autumn day. This time of year is the most beautiful, the most fresh it can be here on the east coast. Or so I believe. When the air is crisp, when the wind has got a bite to it that has you wearing a layer to cover you, comfort you. Autumn leaves falling from trees. Walking through a tree framed country trail painted yellow, orange, and red with leaves. As we ramble the sound of crunching and breaking leaves are louder than the words coming out of our mouths. We walk, relaxed, taking it all in. Bogi, our dog is loving it. Off leash as he trots along and chases after squirrels and makes sure we are on the right trail/tail. He is really quite the protective loyal dog.

The walk was just what we needed, having fun dialogue and seeing some interesting things. Like a few HUGE salmon in the river (a couple of them dead, one alive but with a hook in it). Towards the end of our walk we pass through a clearing when the dog suddenly chases after something with such speed and determination, he frightens the bird he scares into flight. Fright and flight, for dog is on a hunt. It sounds like he caught something from the squeal heard from behind the bushes and trees. Didn’t see much besides flock of birds. As we approach the woods where Bogi continues to trot along, we find the bird he caught with his teeth. A female pheasant, beautiful but injured (or course)… we realize this is a gift for us as we were talking about going to a farm for fresh meat (we get meat from a local farm once a season). I saw a box earlier by the car park and jog to get it. When I do i notice feathers and sawdust in the box, signs of another feathered creature here before. I find my mom and sister circling the pheasant both too scared to pick her up and preventing the dog from hurting her more. I enjoy handling creatures and go to hold the pheasant as we talk about how to kill her, for the longer she lives the more she suffers.

I get nervous. I realize the life in my hands and that these hands will end it. But how? I tell myself I got to snap her neck. I’ve seen it done in movies before, how hard can it be?! Apparently very hard for the neck is super flexible and rubbery and not hard enough to just snap in two. I get upset, I get sad thinking this pheasant is not having a pleasant time at all. I start to cry, asking my sister and mom what to do, if they could do something to end this soon. My sister gets her pocket knife out, she tells me to hold the neck better so she can cut without cutting me. I hold the pheasant’s head and lower neck, i talk to her telling her it will be okay. After a couple of attempts my sister cuts the head off, warm blood spills on my hands. We lay the body and head on the ground and watch them twitch and move for a second. Eyes open until they close on their own within a couple of seconds. It is upsetting to see the life leave the body, she is no longer moving. I dig a hole, bury her head, and say a prayer and thanks for the life sacrificed for our thanksgiving.

In the box, we take her home. Pluck and gut her while watching youtube videos on how it’s done. Bogi the bog watches us throughout the entire process wagging his tail in pride? In delight? In hunger?

This thanksgiving, was a truly blessed lesson from life. Firsthand experience of the lives we take and take and take and how do we give back? How are we thankful when we don’t even know how/where the food we eat comes from?! It is kind of funny how everything came to be. It was meant to, and yet that tinge of pain that comes from ending one life is still here inside my heart. Yet, also pride in having done the work to prepare her. It feels good to have that hands on experience of hunting, of game’meating.

That is the funny thing with life, with the good comes the bad, and when we are present in how they stem from the same root, bad and good no longer have the polarized meanings we carry them to mean. It just is.

As the magic of the world slowly reveals itself to me, I know that this thanksgiving has been/will be even more of an embodiment of the meaning of giving thanks, of living. We are blessed to be alive. How are you giving your thanks this year a’round?

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Late night doodle reflecting conversations from to’night. #paptestchat #coldduckbeak #latenightdoodle  lovely witches circle talking and sharing our pains and gains drinking ginger tea from caldron.

Late night doodle reflecting conversations from to’night. #paptestchat #coldduckbeak #latenightdoodle lovely witches circle talking and sharing our pains and gains drinking ginger tea from caldron.

Thankful for so many things this year, it has been a truly blessed year. Thanks to this female pheasant our dog hunted for us to share and celebrate this #thanksgiving with. Seriously the most wild and perfect way to celebrate thanksgiving, for it really resonated what it means to be grateful and aware of the gifts we are given everyday! Thank you universe for these happenings, and to the animals and plants and minerals that feed us. #pheasant #wilddinner #hunt

Thankful for so many things this year, it has been a truly blessed year. Thanks to this female pheasant our dog hunted for us to share and celebrate this #thanksgiving with. Seriously the most wild and perfect way to celebrate thanksgiving, for it really resonated what it means to be grateful and aware of the gifts we are given everyday! Thank you universe for these happenings, and to the animals and plants and minerals that feed us. #pheasant #wilddinner #hunt

Pheasant feet and feathers. Beheaded, plucked, and gutted wild bird for the first time. Both emotional yet natural way to celebrate #thanksgiving. Feeling so much closer to land, body, and the lives we take and give ever moment we are alive. truly #thankful, thanks dog.

Pheasant feet and feathers. Beheaded, plucked, and gutted wild bird for the first time. Both emotional yet natural way to celebrate #thanksgiving. Feeling so much closer to land, body, and the lives we take and give ever moment we are alive. truly #thankful, thanks dog.

at’tention

Life becomes so much more colourful - brighter - w’holier when paying attention. Can actual afford to pay attention, doesn’t cost as much as a movie ticket or a drink. When you pay at’tention she takes you where you need to be.

tension - tention - at or in, the making of space to allow breathe to pace and flow with conscious stream of energy.  There is something sacred to tension, to intention, at’tention. we all take up space and when we acknowledge that we can acknowledge our role - our responsibility as beings.

Have been at’tent. Camped out with the stars. Waxing and waning with the moon. Resting with tides and singing with birds. At’tent with nature at’tuned to the details and focus in creation. Brings so much joy to heart head and cosmic in’testines I may shed a tear or shed some skin. Dancing with a year old being recently born. Looking up at the one of a kind clouds and the shapes, colours, and breeze they float in – painting along the skies canvas of blue.

At’tent can find you anywhere, present always. What a gift!

When that song, your song is playing! you never heard it before yet it speaks exactly to what you are feeling and sensing in the moment it’s playing. The perfect tune for the perfect time, it strikes like a message from god with capital g… or that sly dog that watches your back. whatever you call  those angels here on earth who got you, as you an angel to them. You got it?!

Do you see value in’tention?

You do, we are getting it. Slowly yet surely, as we make more space and let go of our outdated understanding of time so we can flow with true vibes.

As we spend our valued time in at’tention, not have the rat’race distract you.

I am working on sharing these discoveries. these spaces that re’side along the path in this mind.

Funny where being present takes you.

So be prepared. Bring at’tent.

(thoughts on attention form as I burn and look at the stars framed by sky)

Bike around T.O.wn everything seems new again. Find a place to rest my feet- to write and nap by the train tracks #sundayroam #trainttrack #writing

Bike around T.O.wn everything seems new again. Find a place to rest my feet- to write and nap by the train tracks #sundayroam #trainttrack #writing

Bike around T.O.wn everything seems new again. Find a place to rest my feet- to write and nap by the train tracks #sundayroam #trainttrack #writing

Bike around T.O.wn everything seems new again. Find a place to rest my feet- to write and nap by the train tracks #sundayroam #trainttrack #writing