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Category: the Cycle of the Seasons

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the twelfth day

As the wheel turns, so do we. As the seasons cycle around every year the same but not the same, so do we.

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the eleventh day

Tomorrow I have the privilege of handing gifts to my family from the House, and being in the middle of smiles and jokes and letting myself just be; just be love...

a neon sign reading PANIC on the side of a building in the dark
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the tenth day

I guess the thing I needed to know today was that the effort of trying to keep a thing from happening is more than the effort it takes to fix it afterward.

frost-encrusted oak leaves covering the ground
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the ninth day

We learn some of the hardest lessons about ourselves and how we deal with stress in the early part of our year.

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the eighth day

SHOW ME ON THE TREE WHERE CHRISTMAS HURT YOU.

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the seventh day

What was I going to do? Will I figure it out if I look in my inventory again? Oh hey, a doughnut!

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... when Skywoman arrived here, she did not come alone. She was pregnant. Knowing her grandchildren would inherit the world she left behind, she did not work for flourishing in her time only. It was through her actions of reciprocity, the give and take with the land, that the original immigrant became indigenous. For all of us, becoming indigenous to a place means living as if your children's future mattered, to take care of the land as if our lives, both material and spiritual, depended on it.

-- excerpt from Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer

remember who you are

It is our suffering that brings us together. It is not love. Love does not obey the mind, and turns to hate when forced. The bond that binds us is beyond choice. We are brothers. We are brothers in what we share. In pain, which each of us must suffer alone, in hunger, in poverty, in hope, we know our brotherhood. We know it, because we have had to learn it. We know that there is no help for us but from one another, that no hand will save us if we do not reach out our hand. And the hand that you reach out is empty, as mine is. You have nothing. You possess nothing. You own nothing. You are free. All you have is what you are, and what you give.

-- excerpt from The Dispossessed: an Ambiguous Utopia by Ursula K. LeGuin

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