To B-Mental and Mother Hubbard--Can't sleep so I'll put you out of your misery then try to snatch another hour or two before work. To Virgil: Note on my NY residences in last blog. My calltaker Travis had actually begun his baptism of fire about an hour earlier Saturday night. I had finished up dealing with a member who did not have the keys to the car she wanted towed and couldn't understand our reluctance to tow without them. The owner of the car was her most ever so delightful ...
Yesterday's blog entry was actually supposed to start off with this story but I got derailed in the usual way by focusing on one particular member. There were actually two other problems that came up (one very disturbing that has me of many minds and we'll get to that after a bit--and maybe some of the other ones. Any long time readers or observers (and you know who you are Ms. Hawke) are aware that I am NOT a morning person so this time of day is fairly consistent for me being on ...
In the sweat lodge tonight one thing we prayed for- well, we prayed for basically everyone, but one people we prayed for were people in prison. So terrible, that. A song by System of A Down goes: "No flag is large enough to hide the shame of a man in cuffs." I don't know if that means as it might people in prison in general, or something else perhaps. The song (ADD: American Dream Denial) is very powerful, and it's sad the people who should be in prison aren't. ...
It was; tonight was my second Inipi (sweat) in a place that looked something like this: [IMG]http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h317/wildkatz1981/Native%20American%20Images/9ff7.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p156/IronGoldMine/sweat20lodge202.jpg[/IMG] The first time, a month ago, we did made three rounds of the 28 stones, which is rare, and tonight we did 4 rounds of 7 each. As the stones, which have been in a fire for 2-3 hours, are placed in the ...
this is probably my favorite poem that i have written.... critiques or comments would be nice Behind the Shadows Standing in the darkness; Behind the shadows There was a girl. Her head low to the ground Eyes shut with tears streaming down; Shaking her head, in misery and disbelief. Finally opening her eyes, looking up to blackness around her. her eyes piercing with hate. ...
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