15 Things That Introverts Would Never Tell You | Idealist Revolution

Introverts get a bad rap in a world that celebrates extroversion and “people-persons”. There are things introverts wish you knew about them that would help any relationship or situation. For instance, we are not anti-social or depressed, we’re just different. In fact, many envy us for our self-contained, cool manner that keeps others calm, focused, and safe. People love us, in secret. As introverts, we have many “ways” that only our closest friends understand. Here are several things about introverts you may not know.

via 15 Things That Introverts Would Never Tell You | Idealist Revolution.

MAY 26 2012 : To the outside world, we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each other’s hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time. Clara Ortega

The Little Book Of Meditation – grant p. cunningham, author, sculptor and natural physician

The Little Book Of Meditation

A short, user friendly guide to meditation for all ages and occupations.

With 38 years experience of daily meditation Grant will guide you through the simplest but most effective meditation possible. It is easy, fast and simple but like all meditation very effective and infinitely rewarding.

Short, simple and effective.

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Woman Realizes She’s Been Accidentally Abusing Her Husband | The Federalist Papers

AT LAST : I have listened in the last decade or more to the most niggledy naggledy women demeaning and trashing the men in their lives ; Ungrateful and unloving enough to make me puke – and never being confronted with the ugliness of their behaviour. They are encouraged in it by the unpleasant ads on TV as well. Feminism never was this tragic female pin pricking. Most of the women I see doing this have no intention of  going out on their own either.

Well done, Young Woman. I was beginning to think that the female of my species was evolving into something quite horrid. 

This is an honest, open story from a young woman about her marriage. There are some powerful truths spoken here, worthy of notice and reflection. If you’re married, have ever been married, or plan on getting married eventually, this is for you.

From Tickld via Reddit:

My “Aha Moment” happened because of a package of hamburger meat. I asked my husband to stop by the store to pick up a few things for dinner, and when he got home, he plopped the bag on the counter. I started pulling things out of the bag, and realized he’d gotten the 70/30 hamburger meat – which means it’s 70% lean and 30% fat.

I asked, “What’s this?”

“Hamburger meat,” he replied, slightly confused.

“You didn’t get the right kind,” I said.

“I didn’t?” He replied with his brow furrowed. ” Was there some other brand you wanted or something?”

“No. You’re missing the point, ” I said. “You got the 70/30. I always get at least the 80/20.”

He laughed. “Oh. That’s all? I thought I’d really messed up or something.”

That’s how it started. I launched into him. I berated him for not being smarter. Why would he not get the more healthy option? Did he even read the labels? Why can’t I trust him? Do I need to spell out every little thing for him in minute detail so he gets it right? Also, and the thing I was probably most offended by, why wasn’t he more observant? How could he not have noticed over the years what I always get? Does he not pay attention to anything I do?

via Woman Realizes She’s Been Accidentally Abusing Her Husband | The Federalist Papers.

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Journey at a Trot.

I’m very busy now. I’m scaling heights,
I’m swimming after dark from winter shores;
the fishers know my name, and there are nights
when ragged people warm my heart, because
they share the little that they have. I’ve slept
upon the beach, sung jazz up on the stage,
and wandered wild for days where sorrow crept
to snuffle at my heels. I know the cage
that is my isolation. Here’s the door.
Just watch me run! I gasp, my body aches
but still I must go on, there must be more!
I’ll find the energy although it takes
its toll of me. My love has passed away.
I push to just get through another day.

Kathy Earsman 2004

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No One Owes You Anything: A Letter from Harry Browne to his daughter. | Rebelle Society

During the darkest part of the night, who do you blame?

Do you know who Mr. Browne is? According to Wikipedia, Harry Browne (1933 – 2006) was a free-market libertarian writer and investment analyst who was the Presidential candidate of the United States Libertarian Party in 1996 and 2000. He was also Director of the American Liberty Foundation.

I don’t know what these characteristics translate into or even the kind of person Harry Browne was. I did, however, come across this letter he wrote at Christmas to his then nine-year old daughter. The letter was dated December 25, 1966.

I have shared Harry’s letter over the years with circles of friends and family. The responses have varied. Some have whole-heartedly agreed with Harry, yet some reacted with defensiveness, even contempt, not only for Mr. Browne, but toward me for sharing. Some felt the letter was cynical, harsh, even cruel. There were also those who thought that Harry’s words to his daughter offered them a new perspective on life.

For me, the letter was a great reminder of the expectations we attach to people, outcomes and situations, and the potential blame we assign when we don’t receive what we have desired.

Who is responsible for life’s outcomes? Who is responsible for our experiences?

via No One Owes You Anything: A Letter from Harry Browne to his daughter. | Rebelle Society.

Australian Railway Songs: The Northern Mail

The Northern Mail is moving fast

With seven hundred souls;

Though many vow this ride’s their last,

The fireman shovels coal.

Who knows the drama buried here

Within this lurching throng?

Who knows what tales of love and fear—

Who knows who’s right—or wrong?

There’s cutters, shearers, spielers, thugs,

Commercials with cigars

With town-men, bushmen, bad men, mugs,

They jostle through the cars.

via Australian Railway Songs: The Northern Mail.

Open Drum: Another day in paradise – ABC Sydney – Australian Broadcasting Corporation

AND now even the caravan park option is being closed down.

14 May, 2015 4:50PM AEST

Open Drum: Another day in paradise

By Suzanne (Audience contributor)Suzanne lived in a nice Sydney apartment until illness stopped her working and left her homeless.

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Four years ago, I developed a neurological condition which meant my hands and arms went into painful spasms. I could not work. I was forced to leave my job and was placed on Newstart.

I was in my early fifties, university-educated, had worked full-time all my life and had held down a responsible position at a big city hospital. Now, I was one of the unemployed, living under constant financial stress. There were times I didn’t have enough money to eat.

It was terrifying.

via Open Drum: Another day in paradise – ABC Sydney – Australian Broadcasting Corporation.

BORED WITHOUT YOU

Originally posted on The SilverBird Part 2:

I have hesitated to say that I am very bored without Iz in my life – thought it sounded a little selfish and shallow – but tonight I realised its a fine eulogy.

Izzy – I am rather bored without you.

MAYBE I can sleep now. I am lonely and bored. I can surely go on and live but what fun  he was and when there was a cause or when I had an IDEA we were out there doing it. Down In Eden they are trying to save a grand old Hotel. The HOTEL AUSTRALASIA. They are playing music and causing a fuss to get it saved. He would have been there. For sure. And he chose me and he loved me . Unwaveringly – no matter what I was like. No matter what I did. A constant Lover. Generous to my family and to the new people in…

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Why You Should Date A Normal Girl Versus A Wild Mystic. | Rebelle Society

A mystic is a wild creature.

She is made. She is deliberately forged by something mysterious. She is created for a purpose. She spends all her life seeking, for there is nothing else worth doing. She peers and gazes until she falls from the edge of the world, and into the next. Over and over.

Each time she returns, she is a little different. What she sees must change her. She dies every day. She is reborn in every moment.  Can you even begin to fathom the terror and the faith commanded from such a being? Can you even begin to understand what such a life can do?

Don’t date a mystic, if you want the life you have. If you are comfortable and cozy, stay away. Whatever you have built around yourself to create comfort: it cannot stand in the blazing fire of a mystical woman. She is no trophy. She is no bodily pleasure-maker. She is the seer of souls.

She is the womb that births the divine into the flesh and bone of matter.

She doesn’t mean to burn your village to the ground, but she has seen what you are meant to become. You are not a peasant shearing sheep, as you have thought. You are a king dressed in rags who has amnesia.

It is her assumption that you have come to be reborn. If you haven’t, turn back now, while the world you know still exists.

via Why You Should Date A Normal Girl Versus A Wild Mystic. | Rebelle Society.

Union Songs and Poems: Titles

Songs and poems

More than 841 songs and poems, over 343 Authors:           Browse by Author

10,000 Miles Away

The 1913 Massacre

220 years: intervention or invasion?

3801

$300,000 blues

A Man’s A Man for A’ That

A Better World For You

A Chartist Chorus

a child’s question about abolishing native title

A Contract Ain’t A Contract Anymore

A Lamentation for the Oppress

via Union Songs and Poems: Titles.

Mike McCool: Artist Website

I currently reside in Millbury, Massachusetts, USA. I was born in England but have spent more than half my life outside the country working in various interesting places around the world.

I have been photographing items of interest since early childhood but my interest faded for a number of years until I discovered digital photography about five years ago. My work now consists of exploring the world of digital photography and digitizing and rediscovering my horde of 35mm and 2 1/4 square negatives.

My work has become more abstract over the years often with the original image, sometimes an old negative, being a springboard to extreme reprocessing using Serif’s PhotoPlus X5.

via Mike McCool: Artist Website.

One may learn that brevity is the soul of lingerie, as the Petticoat said to the Chemise. Dorothy Parker.

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THE GEM 12 MAY 2015

Originally posted on THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY:

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Chemise

What would the self
disrobed look like,
the form undraped?
There is a flimsy cloth
we can’t take off—
some last chemise
we can’t escape—
a hope more intimate
than paint
to please.

Kay Ryan.

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THE DAY AFTER

Originally posted on The SilverBird Part 2:

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I came across the Blog of Digby who was once editor of Byron Bay News. 

Entry 88, November 29, 2014: I would love to be able to report – with appropriate ego-free humility – that the experience of cancer had transformed me; had helped me to live in the moment, see every day as a gift, radiate kindness and empathy. In short, to realise the meaning of life and emerge, unblinking, into the sunshine of the spirit, an enlightened being.

But, although the fear, the frailty and powerlessness have knocked off a few of the rougher edges, the truth is I am largely unchanged. The blemishes of character, unremarkable enough, remain. Indeed, vanity, impatience, indolence, temper, may even have been enhanced.

Then there’s the arrogance – the response to cancer that didn’t say “why me?” but did say “what, me?” and somewhere down deep refused to accept that I…

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May sleep envelop you as a bed sheet floating gently down, tickling your skin and removing every worry. Reminding you to consider only this moment. Jeb Dickerson

Originally posted on THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY:

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“It was much better to imagine men in some smokey room somewhere, made mad and cynical by privilege and power, plotting over brandy. You had to cling to this sort of image, because if you didn’t then you might have to face the fact that bad things happened because ordinary people, the kind who brushed the dog and told the children bed time stories, were capable of then going out and doing horrible things to other ordinary people. It was so much easier to blame it on Them. It was bleakly depressing to think that They were Us. If it was Them, then nothing was anyone’s fault. If it was Us, then what did that make Me? After all, I’m one of Us. I must be. I’ve certainly never thought of myself as one of Them. No one ever thinks of themselves as one of Them. We’re always one…

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Take the Q70 to the F Train? – Cargo Literary Magazine

Originally posted on The SilverBird Part 2:

About Kathleen Gallagher

Kathleen D. Gallagher is a distinguished senior lecturer of English at the University of Akron/Wayne College, an award winning writer (2007 Writer’s Digest Honorable Mention for a feature article entitled “Cutting Storm,” and a 2011 Honorable Mention for her essay “Flying Objects” in the 2011 Writer’s Digest competition). She is also a poet with works in journals such as South Coast Poetry Journal : Issue #15 (Honorable Mention for “Focal Point” judged by writer/poet James Dickey). A self-taught collage artist, her work “Somewhere,” won honorable mention in the 2001 National Collage Society’s Postcard Contest, “Wishing You Were Here.” A collage entitled “Bone Collage,” is posted in the September 2011 Hospital Drive: The literature and humanities journal of the University of Virginia School of Medicine. Her collage “One Woman,” is now a cover for Pushcart nominee writer Michelle Reale’s book “If All They Had Were Their Bodies,” through…

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87 Things Only Poor Kids Know

ABSOLUTELY TRUE. I have lived this life.

 

Kids living in poverty don’t have a lot of money — or options. But poor kids are survivors, and the life lessons they learn are heartbreaking but often invaluable. To research for this article, I asked our Liberal America fans and my friend and follower group for input. And yes, I pulled some of it from my own experience.

My best resource for the lessons in the article came from A Framework for Understanding Poverty by Ruby K. Payne, Ph.D.

Here are some things that poor children know.

A fingernail file can be used to file a jagged edge if a tooth breaks.

We go to the doctor when we’re sick, but mom doesn’t.

We have to move a lot because sometimes we can’t afford the rent.

I don’t always tell my mom when I need school supplies. I can tell it makes her nervous.

Having to print something for school gives me anxiety. Our printer doesn’t always have ink. It’s easier for me to just get a bad grade on the project than admit to the teacher I can’t afford to print.

via 87 Things Only Poor Kids Know.

To work under water. Hiding one’s real intentions.

Originally posted on THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY:

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There is ‘surface’ water and ‘inside’ water. The land carries it along an ‘inside’ path. And then it comes out as spring water in the sea. The salt water is on the surface and the fresh water is inside. And Yolngu stories are the same ~ there are stories which go outside and there are inside stories too.

(c) Ginytjirrang Mala

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EXTRAORDINARILY DIFFICULT DAY

Originally posted on The SilverBird Part 2:

I am in a  totally distressed condition tonight. Very sad. Very weary. Very frightened. Very hopeless.

I am going to engage in as mind numbing an activity as I can.

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Hi lynn. Forgive me for not writing after show last night. It was a long day and before show I had worked in my yard for a few hours, so I was beyond tired last night. Everyone loved your pictures my laptop internet is on the blink, so ‘ll post more pics of the show soon. We didn’t have much foot traffic with the nice weather, so no sales but the consensus was that your self portraits and other people photos were incredibly intimate and powerful. The one painter among us , however, wants to paint one of your landscape pieces…!!! I hope that he does. He paid $10 for one of your pics that I put in a small…

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5 Ways to Stop Giving a F*ck What People Think | Idealist Revolution

We’re all guilty. Every day from the moment we wake up, we live our lives caring what other people think of us.

We accept the status quo for what it is because everyone around us does. We tip toe our way through life by doing things in order to please others, not because it’s what we believe in. Eventually our actions, appearances, and lives become molded by how we think other people perceive us. How are these pants going to make me look? What will my colleagues think if I spoke out? Are those people talking shit behind my back? If I take this job, what will my friends and family think of me?

via 5 Ways to Stop Giving a F*ck What People Think | Idealist Revolution.

BARBETON GALLERY OF FINE ARTS

Originally posted on The SilverBird Part 2:


So today brought a pictorial treasure of part of a woman’s life from the bush and lagoons of Urunga on the North Coast of New South Wales. I hope that I can share these moments of happiness and loss with my artist friends at the upcoming show this weekend at Barberton Gallery of Fine Arts in the way that I have experienced them as a viewer. And I also hope that I can show how photographer LynneSanders-Braithwaite’s pictorial narrative mirrors the ups and downs of life that we all go through—as it mirrors the joys and griefs of my own recent years. Lynne, for me—you are the epitome of grace and I promise to hone my kayaking skills and meet you halfway to Urunga, across the sea whose stillness and turbulence is so much like life. When we meet we shall talk about dragonflies and…

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An Open Letter to Legislators Currently Considering Vaccine Legislation from Tetyana Obukhanych, PhD in Immunology – The Thinking Moms’ Revolution

Just what I have been wondering for ages. If you get immunised, then you should not be at risk of catching the disease because you have just been protected against it. Otherwise there is NO point in being immunised whatsoever. You have NOT then been made IMMUNE. 

An Open Letter to Legislators Currently Considering Vaccine Legislation from Tetyana Obukhanych, PhD in Immunology

Posted on April 17, 2015 by Thinking Moms’ Revolution

Re:  VACCINE LEGISLATION

Dear Legislator:

My name is Tetyana Obukhanych.  I hold a PhD in Immunology.  I am writing this letter in the hope that it will correct several common misperceptions about vaccines in order to help you formulate a fair and balanced understanding that is supported by accepted vaccine theory and new scientific findings.

Do unvaccinated children pose a higher threat to the public than the vaccinated?

It is often stated that those who choose not to vaccinate their children for reasons of conscience endanger the rest of the public, and this is the rationale behind most of the legislation to end vaccine exemptions currently being considered by federal and state legislators country-wide.  You should be aware that the nature of protection afforded by many modern vaccines – and that includes most of the vaccines recommended by the CDC for children – is not consistent with such a statement.  I have outlined below the recommended vaccines that cannot prevent transmission of disease either because they are not designed to prevent the transmission of infection (rather, they are intended to prevent disease symptoms), or because they are for non-communicable diseases.  People who have not received the vaccines mentioned below pose no higher threat to the general public than those who have, implying that discrimination against non-immunized children in a public school setting may not be warranted

via An Open Letter to Legislators Currently Considering Vaccine Legislation from Tetyana Obukhanych, PhD in Immunology – The Thinking Moms’ Revolution.

Stunning artwork at Ulmarra breaches heritage code | Clarence Valley Daily Examiner

THE STUNNING mural on the Pacific Highway at Ulmarra that tells the creation story of the Yaegl people is almost complete.

However, the mural breaches heritage codes in place make sure buildings adhere to Ulmarra’s design and the Clarence Valley Council have asked the owner of the house to paint over it.

What do you think? If you have seen the artwork do you think it contradicts Ulmarra’s layout?

Or should it stay?

via Stunning artwork at Ulmarra breaches heritage code | Clarence Valley Daily Examiner.

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