Posts tagged ‘action alerts’

I had to take a picture of the back of this sign, along our Hwy 247/I-18 here in our beautiful High Desert of Southern California. I’m gonna send it to the Freeway Blogger. I know it’s a lil different than his usual signage, but this one’s remained without anyone changing or painting over it for a couple of months now. Here’s a song that I think is about America, and appropriate to “The Decider”, even if it was written before his reign

Prince of Darkness

Indigo Girls
Indigo Girls

My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark
And i do not feel the romance i do not catch the spark
My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark
And i do not feel the romance i do not catch the spark

I don’t know when i noticed life was life at my expense
The words of my heart lined up like prisoners on a fence
The dreams came in like needy children tugging at my sleeve
I said i have no way of feeding you, so leave
But there was a time i asked my father for a dollar
And he gave it a ten dollar raise
And when i needed my mother and i called her
She stayed with me for days
Now someone’s on the telephone, desperate in his pain
Someone’s on the bathroom floor doing her cocaine
Someone’s got his finger on the button in some room
No one can convince me we aren’t gluttons for our doom
But i tried to make this place my place
I asked for providence to smile upon me with his sweet face
Yeah but i’ll tell you
My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark
And i do not feel the romance i do not catch the spark
My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark
(by grace, my sight grows stronger)
And i do not feel the romance i will not be
(and i will not be a pawn for the prince of darkness any longer)
Maybe there’s no haven in this world for tender age
My heart beat like the wings of wild birds in a cage
My greatest hope my greatest cause to grieve
And my heart flew from its cage and it bled upon my sleeve
Oh the cries of passion were like wounds that needed healing
I couldn’t hear them for the thunder
I was half the naked distance between hell and heavens ceiling
And he almost pulled me under
Now someone’s on the telephone, desperate in his pain
Someone’s on the bathroom floor doing her cocaine
Someone’s got his finger on the button in some room
No one can convince me we aren’t gluttons for our doom
But i tried to make this place my place
I asked for providence to smile upon me with his sweet face
But i’ll tell you
My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark
And i do not feel the romance i do not catch the spark
My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark
(by grace, my sight grows stronger)
And i do not feel the romance i do not catch the spark
(grows stronger)
By grace
(my place is of the sun)
My sight
(and this place is of the dark)
Is growing stronger
(i do not feel the romance)
I will not be a pawn
(i will not be)
For the prince of darkness any longer

*emphasis mine

So this morning (it must be my week for personal lessons/growth), I have been given the opportunity, through my own actions in a friendship situation, to examine myself and my behaviors, motives, etc.
The really great thing about this, (aside from the personal growth factor, of course) is that it’s given me another themed day for this blog. This is a great thing to me because:
a)It presents another facet of me to you, which is my true intent for this blog. To give the reader a context within/from which to better understand my thoughts/opinions/positions, etc. Although I love reading political, spiritual, magickal, feminist etc. themed blogs in and of themselves, it is my personal desire to present a fuller, more contextual blog. I am not defined or labeled by any one of my interests, passions, beliefs, or political views. I haven’t touched much on my spiritual/magickal self, and this is a perfect way to add this content as another expression of self.
b) It helps me remember that I am more than my politics, my outrage and my despair. One downside of being an activist for me is that I am a bit obsessive and too empathic. As a teenager and into my mid 20′s, I read about politics, philosophy and war, torture and genocide, oppression, racism, feminism and the historical contexts from which many of these things arise. At some point I became overwhelmed and felt powerless and decided that the only answer was to work on myself. If I wanted the world to become a better place it would only happen one person at a time, and I must needs start with me. So I checked out. Almost. I refrained from watching or reading news, and the only activism I participated in was a very personal one to me (that I still practice), which I call the “Silence Implies Consent” rule. When confronted in my life with prejudice, judgment, sexism, etc. I spoke out. I refused to stand by and imply my consent to things/views/statements or actions that I was morally opposed to.
During so-called “Desert Storm”, my personal resolve broke and I became marginally involved in paying attention, again. To my dismay, I broke out in shingles and had a minor emotional breakdown over it. Thorne retreats again.
About 9 years ago I began to take some small steps in activism. Learning… searching for answers, voting again (both locally and nationally), signing petitions, writing a few letters, calling my congressperson.
It has slowly led me to this. Here. Now.
But again I have found myself repeatedly on the brink of despair. Obsessively reading and researching to discover what new ills humanity and The Mother our earth is suffering. Finding myself unable to let go of the outrage, the despair and hopelessness that so often assails me when I consider the world and all of its denizens. I turn from my beautiful desert, my esoteric studies, my meditations and my joy to this computer and seek and find poison. So this Tarot Tuesday is another attempt of mine to seek balance in my life, thoughts, emotions and experience, and thereby share that balance with you, my readers.
I’m going to try to rearrange my links/blogrolls soon to reflect this. Sorting by primary area of interest or lack thereof (as in my case). I’m also, without putting myself on too rigid a schedule, (I don’t do that well), going to try to limit my political and issues reading a bit. Being committed to writing on different topics will by necessity keep me incorporating them into my life. I’m thinking I must needs add some sort of gardening or nature day, too. That will come as/when it will.

(Tarot Tuesday Post to follow, but prolly not until tonight, as I have a tattoo appt soon)