8 F Y R E ' B I R D 8

today, our limbs got heavy. the air swirled around us and contained traces of fire and ash.  today, our lungs constricted a bit, and our tempers spiked.  i hear the voice of my mother in my head,  talking to me about prevention, preparation, and resilience.  i spent a portion of my day tending to the youth.  this is a sacred job. in all the different ways that people do that, as parents, as caregivers, as nannies and babysitters, as teachers. those who tend to the youth in terms of childcare and mentorship. it is a sacred job.  we must have boundaries with technology. this is something i learned today when being with an eight year old. the way they feed us technology and make us become addicted on it is fascinating. kids as old as two or three can be seen staring into a screen, and i deeply believe that this changes our brain functioning and is part of some sick idea driven by republican (&some democrat) aliens to merge our bodies with computers so we become hyb

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what document were you,   before he entered   what need, were you,   bleeding to her without recognizing   it in yr own eyes   why does the page keep disappearing?   who are you? what are you? why can’t you See yourself?   these are the things i write when i am sorry.   these are the things i write when i am lonely.   when i am sad. when i am heroic. when i bring my   feelings to the page instead of throwing them on someone else.   we use our words to heap feelings on people we use our energy, our capacity for human intention, which really is a seed   of magik, to harm, hurt, lock up, wack, chord, invade, disrupt   other people   this can happen.   this does happen.   (and it can be seen on many levels) ___   A question I recently received from Sandra Kim stays with me: " How can we stop being afraid of how much racism we have internalized?  "  ___ we must again return to the earth   \\\\  with