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i’ll carry you with me always

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You’re welcome 🧄

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diaryofandnwoman:

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Welcome to the Protestant Work Ethic where if you are not working for 16 hours a day you are a Sinner that will Burn In Hell. Unless of course you are rich in which case you are Blessed by God and can go to Heaven without lifting a finger.

heard a story on a podcast that some Christian missionaries showed these rural Cambodian farmers how to double their crop yields. the missionaries came back a year later and were surprised the Cambodians had grown basically the same amount of crops but the farmers were like “yeah this is great, we got everything we need for the year and only had to do half as much work”

and if that doesn’t tell you everything you need to know about the current North American work environment I don’t know what will

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“Early colonists on Turtle Island were stunned by the
plenitude they found here, attributing the richness to the bounty
of nature. Settlers in the Great Lakes wrote in their journals
about the extraordinary abundance of wild rice harvested by
Native peoples; in just a few days, they could fill their canoes
with enough rice to last all year. But the settlers were puzzled by
the fact that, as one of them wrote, “the savages stopped
gathering long before all the rice was harvested.” She observed
that “the rice harvest starts with a ceremony of thanksgiving and
prayers for good weather for the next four days. They will harvest
dawn till dusk for the prescribed four days and then stop, often
leaving much rice to stand unreaped. This rice, they say, is not
for them but for the Thunders. Nothing will compel them to
continue, therefore much goes to waste.” The settlers took this as
certain evidence of laziness and lack of industry on the part of
the heathens. They did not understand how indigenous land-care
practices might contribute to the wealth they encountered.
I once met an engineering student visiting from Europe who
told me excitedly about going ricing in Minnesota with his
friend’s Ojibwe family. He was eager to experience a bit of Native
American culture. They were on the lake by dawn and all day
long they poled through the rice beds, knocking the ripe seed
into the canoe. “It didn’t take long to collect quite a bit,” he
reported, “but it’s not very efficient. At least half of the rice just
falls in the water and they didn’t seem to care. It’s wasted.” As a
gesture of thanks to his hosts, a traditional ricing family, he
offered to design a grain capture system that could be attached to
the gunwales of their canoes. He sketched it out for them,
showing how his technique could get 85 percent more rice. His
hosts listened respectfully, then said, “Yes, we could get more
that way. But it’s got to seed itself for next year. And what we
leave behind is not wasted. You know, we’re not the only ones
who like rice. Do you think the ducks would stop here if we took
it all?” Our teachings tell us to never take more than half.”

-Braiding Sweetgrass, Robin Wall Kimmerer

There are So Many Journals from American colonists that describe the amazing bounty of the land, and then surprise surprise, once they drive away the people who were caring for the land and make the farming “more efficient” and kill all the predators and import domesticated animals and everything, the amazing miraculous bounty starts drying up.

Our grandparents tell us stories about the birds that used to be here and how the seasons were predictable and the weather less extreme.


HM

I WONDER WHAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED

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sonic-gallery:

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Beneath the clouds of the twilight sky, in Metro City where snow falls deeply❄️
In front of the brightly lit convenience store
There was Sonic, alone, savoring the greatest delicacy of the season🥢

In the hollow where bone-chilling cold air gathers
The white steam of piping hot oden sways with his breath

The warm, delicious happiness that seeps into the body spreads to all who see it🌃

#sonicpict

chaos-of-the-abyss:

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these two being wife and husband……. absolutely insane face economy

a-shade-of-blue:

monis-family:

Trapped family in Gaza appeals for help to survive🆘🆘🍉

I am Monis from Gaza, from a family of 8, I am a cancer patient and my wife is a liver patient

I need to receive treatment quickly, but I cannot because of the war on Gaza. The health situation is very difficult, and I need your help to travel outside Gaza and receive treatment for cancer،

months of war we decided to start a donation campaign to collect $5000 per person to get out of Gaza to Egypt through coordination, my father needs to travel to receive cancer treatment outside Gaza,

A medical report indicates that I am a cancer patient, and this is a referral to travel from Gaza to receive treatment. Now I cannot leave Gaza because of the war. I need your help and support Because my health condition is getting worse every day

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is our story - On October 7, our lives changed forever. My family and I left our home to southern Gaza, hoping to return soon, but that did not happen. Our home was surrounded and then completely destroyed. Our home, which was once a bastion of hope, is now in ruins, a stark reminder of our shattered dreams.

I we have nothing left and are unable to secure our basic needs such as food, water and safe shelter، I cannot provide young children with clothes or anything to make them forget the cruelty of war، Winter is coming and I am unable My family’s needs

I appeal to the entire world to hear my and my family’s sad cries in Gaza. We need a helping hand to In leaving Gaza and receiving treatment for cancer, I hope you will help me

We live in a bad place💔🍉

Our house was destroyed and we had nothing left. Now we live in a place covered with some old fabrics to cover our bodies so that people do not see us. We live in a place that does not protect us from the cold of winter.

A bad place that no one can tolerate

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I can’t afford a plastic cover. We want to build a new waterproof tent to protect my children from the winter. I want tarpaulins to put over the tent we live in. We are drowning from the heavy rains. Also the weather is cold. We can’t live without winter supplies. The prices here are very expensive and we can’t afford to buy them.

Therefore, my friend, Can you help us? and Donate to us to provide plastic cover and materials to provide the requirements for building a new waterproof tent It is suitable for living and is protected from insects and dirt that cause diseases

The goal of the donation campaign is to help us secure livelihoods by providing food, water, and shelter (a place to sleep). I am a cancer patient. Medicines must be provided to receive treatment as soon as possible. Medicines are not available in Gaza due to the war. We must travel abroad So that I can receive treatment

It would be so helpful if you could check out my GoFundMe and donate to my family. By sharing and donating, you are helping me get treatment🙏 and helping my family survive the horrors of famine and genocide. It will give us hope to rebuild our home and reclaim some of the life that was stolen from us.

If each person gave $20, you would help us live in the difficult conditions in Gaza

I hope you will donate even a little, my friends. Your donation will help us withstand this suffering.

Donation link in bio.Your donation will save us 🙏💔🍉

Thank you all 🍉🫂

Verified : @90-ghost

This fundraiser has been shared by 90-ghost, shared by @/el-shab-hussein

Currently $29,401 USD raised of $41.3K goal

mantits24-07-24:

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one of my favorite lines from utena

sheglows:

“This is what horror tells us—that in the collective unconscious of all women are psychic wounds so deep and raw that even to brush against them is to become a conduit for their primal violence… We self-censor our every reaction, debating endlessly with ourselves over which thoughts are permitted and which are forbidden or unclean… Perhaps that’s why, after so long spent boiling within us under such terrible and unrelenting pressure, women’s desires hold such power to fascinate and terrify.”

- Gretchen Felker-Martin (The Cursed Interior: Women in Horror)