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falconcloaked:

The God I Follow, watercolor, 2014

I guess it’s my way to celebrate the colors of autumn. 

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❝ If you are 35 or younger - and quite often, older - the advice of the old economy does not apply to you. You live in the post-employment economy, where corporations have decided not to pay people. Profits are still high. The money is still there. But not for you. You will work without a raise, benefits, or job security. Survival is now a laudable aspiration.

Quoted from Sarah Kendzior’s “Surviving the Post-Employment Economy

“In the United States, nine percent of computer science majors are unemployed, and 14.7 percent of those who hold degrees in information systems have no job. Graduates with degrees in STEM - science, technology, engineering and medicine - are facing record joblessness, with unemployment at more than twice pre-recession levels. The job market for law degree holders continues to erode, with only 55 percent of 2011 law graduates in full-time jobs. Even in the military, that behemoth of the national budget, positions are being eliminated or becoming contingent due to the sequester.

It is not skills or majors that are being devalued. It is people.”

Her work is frank, speaking of a reality I hope that will never be mine. At the same time, it gives me a strange comfort to know that I am not alone.

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I will always reblog this quote.  Hits way too close to home for me.

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The most salient part of this, to me, is the underscoring of the fact that there is no “right” college major where you’re guaranteed a job forever. Conservatives love to pretend college graduates working minimum-wage or freelance jobs just didn’t “pick the right major” - those foolish fools studied the arts or literature or something else frivolous, so they deserve crushing debt and no job security! No. There is no magical college major that will let you sidestep the jobless recovery.

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mother-crow:

The threshold opens. A low moan
escapes the hinges of the gate
and then come the birds. First one, then two, 
claws curled around the metal frame. When the third comes, 
the tips of her wings are dripping

but with blood or water, I can’t tell. 
and it is not my place to ask.
I observe the silence. 

On the days of the Crow, I offer 
wine, dirt, & pain. In turn she grants me 
dreams, vivid and dark, that tell me 
what is to come, what has been
and in doing so illuminates what is.

Her courage is what drives me most days.
 Humming in my chest, it compels
this shell of flesh to move 
beyond the immeasurable depths

of self. I am more than
the assumption of identity. It is only the mirror I see 
in the looking.

In support of the 40 Days of Ritual to Keep Abortion Legal

mother-martyr-murderer-queen:

Hail, Watcher of the Empty Cradle,
Wetnurse of the Never-Born,
Barren Mother of Multitudes,
may all who would desecrate motherhood by mandating it feel your scorn.

Hail, Exile of Eden,
She who Fled on Her Own Volition,
First Among Outcasts,
may all who have been hurt find their rest under your wings.

Hail, Long-Haired Strangler,
Bloodless Murderer,
Shadowed Taker of Lives,
may all who need your services receive them safely and secretly.

Hail, Queen of No Country,
Darkly-Splendored Horns of Glory,
Woman of Earthly Authority,
may all who unite in support of our right to govern our own bodies be triumphant.

thesweetestspit:

This ornamental flowering plant is among the showiest of the Tacca chantrieri  plant family (part of the yam family).  Common names are Black Bat Flower, Bat Head Lily, Devil Flower, Cat’s Whiskers and Tacca chantrieni.

Originally the Black Bat flower plant grew and still does grow wild in the tropical forests of Yunnan Province, in South China. Even prior to blooming, it resembles sleeping bats hanging downward from their roost.

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❝ The monsters that stared down at the Jesuit priest Father Jacques Marquette one day in August 1673 were hideous beyond the wildest, most surrealistic imagination.
How fortunate for him, therefore, that they were merely petroglyphs, painstakingly carved and painted into a cliff face about 80 feet (24 m) above the Mississippi River, along which he was traveling on his passage through Illinois.
According to Father Marquette’s Indian guide, these petroglyphs had been created centuries earlier by some long-forgotten ancestral tribe and depicted a terrifying dragon that had once inhabited the region. It was known as the piasa, which can be translated as ‘the bird that devours human beings.’
…The rock paintings of the piasa were destroyed many years ago… In or around 1856, some quarry work close by disrupted the cliff face, shattering its unique artwork, which crumbled and cascaded into the river.

Dragons: A Natural History, Dr. Karl Shuker (p. 66-69)

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spoopycrutchie:

my color blind friend just posted this on facebook

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