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If You Are Dreaming...
...I am still Young-Raven. -
2016, Looking Back
I'm amused that my primary use for LJ is to blather about my New Year's resolutions. But it feels more a tad more private than Blogger - more like having a chat in the kitchen than in the living room ( Read more... ) -
Be Your Own Light
From We’re heading into dark times. This is how to be your own light in the Age of Trump
Write down what you value; what standards you hold for yourself and for others. Write about your dreams for the future and your hopes for your children. Write about the struggle of your ancestors and how the hardship they overcame shaped the person you are ( Read more... ) -
Why We Speak
This weekend, I was telling a friend about a "someone is wrong on the internet" argument I got into a while back, with the friend of a friend who was saying, nay, INSISTING that women were foolish to be alarmed when someone approached them in public to offer a compliment. Despite the fact that at least two dozen women (myself included) told him ( Read more... ) -
The Power of "Be Brave"
I resolved to be brave this year. So far, this has resulted in:- Entering Adiantum's A&S championship...and winning! (still so delighted, seriously)
- Standing up and telling a funny story to a roomful of strangers.
- Inviting a potential new friend out to lunch or coffee.
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A New Year's Intentions, Distilled
Resolution time! For 2016, I hereby resolve to: Be active. Be brave. Become ( Read more... ) -
What Gone Means
What gone means. The moment when you understand that their story is over; that their story is what you carry forward with you. That you carry a piece of their story like it was a piece of their heart, like the piece of your heart they took with them when they left. Like carrying a seed over hard, stony ground, a seed that you will never see planted ( Read more... ) -
November Flies On Feathered Wings
I wish I could photograph my favorite moments when riding my bike but they are often so fleeting. On the river path, face into the late afternoon, a flight of Canada geese flew right overhead, not even twenty feet up, golden in the sunlight.
My heart rose up with them.
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SCA Rules: Surviving The First Encounter
At the beginning of the year, I made a plan to live by some SCA rules. They are:- Keep my mouth shut.
- Do things differently.
- Find ways to contribute.
- Make all the things.
- Never come empty-handed.