i've written and unwritten so much since october 7. so many thoughts and emotions. so much rage. never in my life have i felt more impotent, and in the face of broken systems, i have felt impotent many times. i am trying so hard to believe in a world where this madness ends and that the US, its allies and especially Israel will be seen and treated as the pariahs that they are. that's the only justice i can see right now, through my tears of abject sadness and rage. please don't stop raging, writing, singing, dancing, screaming, crying, rallying, demanding, resisting, resisting, resisting, speaking truth to power, fearlessly. don't stop. please don't stop.

 i've written and unwritten so much since october 7. so many thoughts and emotions. so much rage. never in my life have i felt more impotent, and in the face of broken systems, i have felt impotent many times. i am trying so hard to believe in a world where this madness ends and that the US, its allies and especially Israel will be seen and treated as the pariahs that they are. that's the only justice i can see right now, through my tears of abject sadness and rage. please don't stop raging, writing, singing, dancing, screaming, crying, rallying, demanding, resisting, resisting, resisting, speaking truth to power, fearlessly. don't stop. please don't stop.

 Love poem to my first dog, Norton, who my dad saved from the shelter just months before i was born. Everything I learned, I learned from Norton

Norton has always been my guide. My confidante, my protector, my friend. Norton liked to read with me. He followed me to school every day to make sure I got there safely. He hung around the schoolyard probably longer than he should have but these were the days of no leash and Norton did whatever the fuck he wanted.

The first lesson Norton taught me was to love and protect.

The second lesson Norton taught me was to experience joy whenever the opportunity presents itself.

The third lesson that Norton taught me was FUCK YOU I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME

The fourth lesson that Norton taught me was that FUCK YOU I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME..... has consequences..

The fifth lesson he taught me is NEVER TRUST A FUCKING COP.

The sixth lesson that Norton taught me is that you can always dig your way out of a difficult situation.

The seventh lesson that Norton taught me was that family is family and anyone dressed as santa claus is the enemy

The eight lesson that Norton taught me is that family is important and requires both nurturing and herding

The ninth and final lesson that Norton taught me is that even if there are consequences, and you think it's the right thing to do, you do it anyway.

the end.

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So I've been here three days, trapped in the wastelands of the outernetherlands, wherever that is, and I've discovered a few things.  One, it's a slippery slope from country music to screamo and not much slide in between.  My ears actually hurt.  Two, the hotel has a wonderful hot tub that is usually unused except when me and my broken foot limp along.  I have been reading and pondering and thoroughly enjoying the warmth and solidtude.  

 

Until tonight.  Tonight, after a full day of intense discussion about human trafficking, copious note taking and irregular brain function, i was looking forward to the heat and solitude of the hot tub.  As i entered the holy (non religious holy) space THERE WAS A MAN IN THE HOT TUB.  I had a tiny Clash moment (should I stay or should I go now) and ya gotta know, I stayed.  I fully intended for silent communal bathing, and then my mouth suddenly and unexpectedly opened.  

Lo and behold, dude is a not too shabby looking RCMP officer.  I replay the clash.  same outcome.  I blurted out every single question i wanted an answer to, from general to specific about HT.  I criticized cops and especially RCMP, and I talked about situations gone bad with police involvement.  

All I can say is that the dude abides.  He heard it all and he had excellent responses for all of my very difficult questions. 

I can't marry him because a cop is still a cop but in the hot tub today, i will admit to shifting my thinking on how we relate to cops. perhaps i'll suggest communal bath houses. 

the end.

 i approximate life

 I mean seriously

why would anyone  

agree to death and destruction

check your privilege

and be 

very very careful

which side of history

you fall on

 she threw caution to the wind

she tumbled and stumbled

and had some wild fucking meltdowns

then she threw caution to the wind again

she tumbled and stumbled

and went on amazing adventures

and down extraordinary rabbit holes

then she threw caution to the wind again

she danced and cooked and loved

with beautiful souls from around the world

she cried she laughed she screamed, she wailed

then she threw caution to the wind again

she dreamt, she wondered, she ran, she hid

she cried, she slept, she danced some more,

she reached up and out and all over

she pushed and pulled and fought

every barrier in her way

then she threw caution to the wind again

 While it's critical to humanity that we continue to talk about genocide, Palestine, Gaza, international human rights, it is also important to discuss the impacts of trauma for those who are left alive after Israel's massacre. Trauma, and post traumatic stress responses plague every living victim of violence. Multiply that times a genocide . Now imagine yourself at age 5. Now imagine yourself at age 5 being clawed out of dreamland by screaming and frantic digging as you slowly start to realize that you can't breathe. Imagine that there's no one alive in your family to comfort you and everyone is screaming. Imagine you desperately need water because your throat is full of the rubble of your once beautiful and loving home. Imagine there is no water. Imagine that.