On Growing Beyond Adulthood

Adults can make bad decisions with good intentions.  Adults can be hypocrites.  Adults can be wrong.  As a child, the romantic understanding I had of what life is for the human being was not ignorant of these things; rather, their importance was dimmed relative to that of who I might become.  I was starstruck by my own future.

Dreamscapes: An Otherworldly Descent

In my dream, I am taken down into the cool summer blue of the underworld. Here, the water acts of its own accord, twisting up in beautiful crystalline spirals (or down, or meeting together in the center, in a balanced whorl of brilliant geometry). I have been led down here - at first against my… Continue reading Dreamscapes: An Otherworldly Descent

The Value of Your Anger

If you take nothing else from this article I wrote for Advancing the Dialogue, take this quote: “Now, it is important, more than anything, to codify in writing the validity and beauty of emotion as a means of understanding when it is truly time for significant and potentially frightening change.”

Advancing the Dialogue

Initially, I imagined that this article would be a first-step aid in working through the ordeal of mental illness during a time of political strife. I would have emphasized the need for self-care – and I still do in fact – as time away from the dramas of over-arching “civil” society is a need we seldom allow ourselves to fulfill. I would have given some of my own particular go-to’s for alleviating a depressive episode, or a psychosomatic panic attack, in the privacy of one’s own space.But that is not what needs to be written right now.

Now, it is important, more than anything, to codify in writing the validity and beauty of emotion as a means of understanding when it is truly time for significant and potentially frightening change.

Many across the world, much less in the United States, are feeling a combined surge of grief, shock, and frustration…

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 “Rationality” is Irrational

This was the result of a prompt I was asked to write on for “Advancing the Dialogue” shortly after the election of Donald Trump this year. More stream of consciousness than a concrete article, this short piece illustrates my frustration not only with the election in general but with our adherence to the colonial logic that reinforced the dangerous rhetoric throughout the election. Most of all, this piece encapsulates my frustration with my own institution, whose research is still for the most part reliant upon that same oppressive logic.

Advancing the Dialogue

Since the beginning of July 2016, I have struggled, my soul eroding in a fire – in a light – I had not put there. A lot – a light – which had been forced into my heart. A love that was not meant to be.
I think of white supremacy. I think of patriarchy. I think of – masters and slaves. It is a tale as old as the time we created to hide our mistakes. George Washington fell in love with his slave. Thomas Jefferson fell in love with his slave. Love is a force that demands recognition, whether or not it is understood.

Force – love, a force – is strength. It is power. When used improperly love – a tool; magick – becomes distance and then fear and then hate and the terror and then dread. These feelings all know eachother intimately.

Even the enlightened –…

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