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Cast Of Characters III
Jun. 13th, 2007 08:05 am...because who can keep up with me?
Greenstorm's Life, On Now
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See old cast lists here!
Greenstorm's Life, On Now
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Jun. 13th, 2007
Life is Hard
Jun. 13th, 2007 01:49 pmI see a ripe strawberry out my window, but I need to put away my rats and get dressed to pick it.
Old lj memories, because I'm rereading in the process of finding my old cast of characters lists.
1) Thank-you lists. For awhile I made lists of at least five wonderful things during the day for which I was grateful. This taught me the habit of mindfulness-of-good-things, which took the place of the habit of mindfulness-of-possible-bad-things that I had previously. What a great thing.
2) Two hours of angst. When I was having a lot of trouble, right after the breakup with Kynnin, I was feeling really angsty, and I was also REALLY FUCKING IRRITATED with feeling bad all the time. I limited myself to two hours of angst every day. I could be as angsty as I liked up to that total amount of time. It let me feel safe releasing those feelings and then going on with the rest of my life without feeling I was either suppressing them or letting them destroy everything.
3) Poems. I really need to go back and tag all the poems I've ganked from greatpoets over the years.
4) Falling out of love with Kynnin. Man, how many years did *that* take, me saying I wouldn't do it, all the way?
5) Reading the book of Steinbeck's letters. I will do this again. It was the best thing ever.
6) Recording my depressive episodes, with time, triggers, etc and realising they never lasted longer than two hours. I can deal with two hours. This taught me I could always live through them, and so taught me that they just weren't that worrying.
I never used to be able to read back-- it was too fresh and painful and made me squirm. Now I'm happy, and that's all my past, and I've made my peace with it, and am working on making a peaceful and joyful present, and a future that writes itself.
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1) Thank-you lists. For awhile I made lists of at least five wonderful things during the day for which I was grateful. This taught me the habit of mindfulness-of-good-things, which took the place of the habit of mindfulness-of-possible-bad-things that I had previously. What a great thing.
2) Two hours of angst. When I was having a lot of trouble, right after the breakup with Kynnin, I was feeling really angsty, and I was also REALLY FUCKING IRRITATED with feeling bad all the time. I limited myself to two hours of angst every day. I could be as angsty as I liked up to that total amount of time. It let me feel safe releasing those feelings and then going on with the rest of my life without feeling I was either suppressing them or letting them destroy everything.
3) Poems. I really need to go back and tag all the poems I've ganked from greatpoets over the years.
4) Falling out of love with Kynnin. Man, how many years did *that* take, me saying I wouldn't do it, all the way?
5) Reading the book of Steinbeck's letters. I will do this again. It was the best thing ever.
6) Recording my depressive episodes, with time, triggers, etc and realising they never lasted longer than two hours. I can deal with two hours. This taught me I could always live through them, and so taught me that they just weren't that worrying.
I never used to be able to read back-- it was too fresh and painful and made me squirm. Now I'm happy, and that's all my past, and I've made my peace with it, and am working on making a peaceful and joyful present, and a future that writes itself.
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Did some tagging, yay! Last one unearthed, and the best ever. This is what I'm doing right now.
Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front
Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more
of everything ready-made. Be afraid
to know your neighbors and to die.
And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card
and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know.
So, friends, every day do something
that won't compute. Love the Lord.
Love the world. Work for nothing.
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it.
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Ask yourself: Will this satisfy
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep
of a woman near to giving birth?
Go with your love to the fields.
Lie down in the shade. Rest your head
in her lap. Swear allegiance
to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos
can predict the motions of your mind,
lose it. Leave it as a sign
to mark the false trail, the way
you didn't go.
Be like the fox
who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.
Wendell Berry
Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front
Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more
of everything ready-made. Be afraid
to know your neighbors and to die.
And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card
and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know.
So, friends, every day do something
that won't compute. Love the Lord.
Love the world. Work for nothing.
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it.
( Read more... )
Ask yourself: Will this satisfy
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep
of a woman near to giving birth?
Go with your love to the fields.
Lie down in the shade. Rest your head
in her lap. Swear allegiance
to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos
can predict the motions of your mind,
lose it. Leave it as a sign
to mark the false trail, the way
you didn't go.
Be like the fox
who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.
Wendell Berry