A precise and vivid description

2nd star to the Left, straight on 'til morning

Happiness is a wild animal
that I only glimpse for seconds at a time
before it bolts for its own well-being.
When the fox and the wolf and the roe
actually approach and lie down
in the dark forest next to me,
I am so profoundly grateful
for their fragile trust
and desire for my company
that it crushes my heart
into a fine powder and
I can only wrack in agony.
I freeze. Can’t even breathe.
For fear that they will realize
the poison of my mercury
and lose all faith in me.
This is what it’s like to live with
Complex Trauma Disorder.

Rana Kelly

Photograph by Katerina Plotnikova, link below.

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I Didn’t ‘Overidentify’ With My Mental Illness. I Was Grieving.

Sam sees a difference.

Let's Queer Things Up!

So much of grief is learning how to integrate our shadow selves into the rest of us.

In my six or so years of blogging, there was one consistent comment I’d get from naysayers: that by being so open about my mental health struggles, I was “playing the victim” and identifying too strongly with my mental illnesses.

The folks who react so strongly to these conversations are usually emotionally repressed themselves (and homophobic, which I’d venture to say is not a coincidence), so it’s taken with a grain of salt.

But I’ve been thinking a lot about what my recovery has looked like — and more specifically, how the struggles that once seemed to consume my entire life now take up less and less space in it.

And I have to admit… I really wasn’t prepared for that.

Four years ago, I wrote, “The simple truth is…

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What Explains Trump’s treason: Narcissism, what else?

Calico Jack applies Ockham’s Razor

The Psy of Life

I was watching Ari Melber‘s The Beat on MSNBC the other day and was struck by a former US Amy intelligence officer’s, Lt. Col Ralph Peters (retired), in ability to explain the Ol’ Pussy Grabber committing treason by allowing Putin to pay assassins to murder our soldiers in Afghanistan. How, how, how could he not understand it? It is so painfully obvious how we got to treason when you understand narcissism.

Here watch — okay, don’t watch — the interview for yourself maybe you’ll see something I didn’t. If you do, please let me know in the comments, okay? Please? Could ya, hunh? It’s not like I’m begging for a sign of life from a reader or anything, but I’m begging you, for the love of god, you’ve read this far, would it kill you to leave a comment?

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The Black Community Holds The Aspiration of America

Calico Jack is back

The Psy of Life

The Black community holds the aspiration of American ideals. They are the barometer of whether we have attained the lofty goals set out in the Declaration of Independence and the Bill of Rights because it is their oppression and aspiration for equality that has defined our nation. The Black community lives and will achieve its aspiration by God’s grace because it sure won’t by white privilege. You can’t have white privilege unless you have Black unprivilege, now can you, so white people — as a group, not as individuals — will oppress Black people as long as possible unless and until, white people — as a group, not individuals — gives up our privilege.

Back on or about 3 June — it all seems so long ago — not long after the George Floyd Black Lives Matter protests erupted across the country, I was watching Deadline White House with Nicolle…

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The Daily Song: March – The Chicks

Christine Ray – A marching song

Brave & Reckless

I cannot recommend it highly enough. From the opening quote to the last note, it is deeply powerful and stunningly visceral.

March March to my own drum
March March to my own drum
Hey hey I’m an army of one
Oh I’m an army of one
March March to my own drum
March March to my own drum
Hey hey I’m an army of one
Oh I’m an army of one

Brenda’s packin’ heat cuz she don’t like Mondays
Underpaid teacher policing the hallways
Print yourself a weapon and take it to the gun range
Ah cut the s—
You ain’t goin’ to the gun range

Standing with Emma and our sons and daughters
Watchin’ our youth have to solve our problems
I’ll follow them so who’s comin’ with me
Half of you love me
Half already hate me

March March to my own drum
March March to my own…

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Hot dogs

Ani reminds us to keep dogs safe in hot weather.

The Small Dog

Moving in slow motion,
Reluctant effort spawning sleep
Before midday.
Soporific humming
Through open windows
Signals summer.
Only the flies are happy,
Making friends with flesh
Ensuring wakefulness.
Cloistered madness yawns,
Stretching fur-clad limbs
This is the time
For tennis balls
And Hot Dogs…

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It is officially summer in the northern hemisphere. In England, the weather forecasters are predicting a heatwave. Every year many dogs die from heatstroke. They cannot regulate their body temperature in the same way a human can. Even just a ‘warm’ day can prove fatal… a parked car with an interior temperature of 22° C (71.6° F) may rise to 47° C ( 116.6° F) within an hour. Even with ventilation, dogs suffer and die.

It isn’t just dogs at risk. Protect your pets.

More info at the RSPCA website by clicking this link.

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