- You can spend all your time making money
You can spend all your love making time
If it all goes to pieces tomorrow
Will you still be mine?
Yeah. Thing.
Managed to beat the theology essay that's been nagging at me for the last several days into some semblance of order. Not sure I said what I needed to say, entirely, but it's a start.
Futzed about with laundry.
Stairs.
Same as it ever was.
So feeling unprepared for my training weekend ....
"Let what I am be then, in some part, at all times, set and secure, a passionate witness, taking itself to pieces carefully, unendingly, preserving the obvious pledges made, the original duty." --Pablo Neruda, courtesy
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Free thought: living in ma'at, living genuinely, is bearing witness to one's ren.
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Any chance you'd be willing to expand a bit more on what you mean by that? I didn't really understand it, but I'm definitely curious.
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(I'm also not Kemetic, so I could well be speaking from my arse. ;)
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It's weird. I just finished an incredibly good fantasy novel that had a significant bit about the power of words, especially written words and names, and then I walked out and read Kiya's post. And got, as I so often do with what she writes, that sense of something very important sitting just out of reach somewhere.
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I've been weirdly obsessed with the concept of witnessing lately, of standing as a witness. I think it comes of hanging out with the jackal boys.
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I have been working with the concept of witnessing lately - it makes some of what I do, especially in LJ, make more sense.
I've been extra obsessed with the concept of holding space lately, in various more and less literal ways. I wonder if it comes from being deeply territorial myself, literally and metaphorically. That I can recognize the importance of allowing others territory... I don't know.
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My contribution for the day.