frendship

Friday, June 22, 2007

recently.because i was spending a lot of time being supportive. my friendship with someone was called into question with the words i didn't know you knew her that well ,i never heard you mention her.

for me the friend ship is measured by the quality of the connection not how frequently i see them or talk about them.

for me one definition of community is any group of people who are there to be whit you thru the hard times. even when they are people who never new each other before .

i have soooo much more i want to say about this but the longer i wait the less it seems i write

trying to figure out how to change that.

frendship

Friday, June 22, 2007

recently.because i was spending a lot of time being supportive. my friendship with someone was called into question with the words i didn't know you knew her that well ,i never heard you mention her.

for me the friend ship is measured by the quality of the connection not how frequently i see them or talk about them.

for me one definition of community is any group of people who are there to be whit you thru the hard times. even when they are people who never new each other before .

i have soooo much more i want to say about this but the longer i wait the less it seems i write

trying to figure out how to change that.

deprestion/addiction

there is no finesse here it is to painful to type so here's part of the deal with Patricia . she for some reason holds that Reb was in herrick because of addiction despite mm explaining r's failed surgery's and the need for pain meds dr changing med without taking into account the effect i t would have in relation to other meds and conditions this for some reason falls in p's mind as 'common addition and yesterday on the phone i talked about r not wanting to go to residential treatment because it was mostly addicts a nd alcoholics and she was uncomfortable with that and patricia said for the umpteenth time but is she an addict i said she was uncomfortable with day treatment for the same reason and she said but isn;t she an addict.and yes by taking the proscribed amount of drugs in the proscribed fashion they are addicting .but i said that is culturally different than being a recreational drug addict.p said is it.in a tone that implyed that a)it had never accrued to her before and b)she wasn;t buying it. i am sorry i ever mentioned Rebekah to her even thu i haven't broken any confidence i an very uncomfortable with p and wish i had never mentioned r being in the hospital and will certainly be less open with her in the future. why is deprestion so unexceptable?!

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iris and then Brandon

no one understands depression isn't a matter of sucking it up and getting on with it or learning "to be more independent". - i


"No one understands depression isn't a matter of sucking it up and getting on with it" outlines a vast acreage in the contemporary unconscious of post-Industrialism, or wherever we are now. It reflects the hard work of grief we have to do as a culture digging around in why "learn to be more independent" is literally killing us. This is what I mean by bluevolution. I need your help, and Rebekah's, developing the ideas behind this. Let's do a blog specifically for this and all be authors - writing in whatever style and whenever we feel moved and have the ideas on the tips of our fingers. No pressure - just creative collaboration getting at the cultural underbelly of mass depression. - B

iris reposted by Brandon

Sunday, June 3, 2007

a good companion

when i am alone in the dark a good companion says may i stand beside you and hold your hand while we travel thought the dark

a good companion is one that says i am willing to share the dark with with you ,

about a good companion holds your hand while you feel the edges of the darkness until you find some thing to hold on to familiar to hold onto

a good companion walks with you to the edge of the cliff and sits beside you while you dangle your leg over the edge but never wavers in their attention or loosens their grip

the good companion does not cut you with the shape edges of sunbeams by flinging them around in an effort to remove the darkness

a good companion asks are you willing to accompany me into the light?

i my not want to go but i may be willing.

or not

Brandon's beginning

One of the the echoes (it would be too much to refer to it as a consensus which involves conscious agreement) between psychologists and ecologists (scientists and artists in both camps) at the Nature and Human Nature conference in April is that we are past the point of a previous way of being meeting its demise. There is not a "tipping point", ecologically speaking, that is Coming. It has passed. The species dead, energy reserves tapped, and leeway to pollute less and avoid global warming that raises the level of the worlds oceans, are lost.

So Hope, one of them even stated directly, might be the problem keeping us from the hard choices about what will survive the end of Peak Oil (electricity, synthetic clothing, transportation, ...), easy access to water for the middle class world (already sold out from under the poor), readily breathable air and truly clean (non-poisonous) food. The previous kind of hero could have been hoped for to arrive with the better technology, the faster plan to accelerate Progress, the winning gambit to define and defeat The Enemy. But that kind of heroism is what got us in this mess in the first place and what is killing us today, never mind our kids.

The edge of my current discoveries, beyond which I have very little to say because I don't really know what I'm talking about yet, involves a specific mystery - grief. It would seem that, rather than denying our situation and "looking on the bright side", the way through to making some very difficult survival choices is not more Green (progressive, revolutionary, growth-oriented, sustained, evolutionary) boosterism, though the changes in our infrastructures to reuse and cut-back consumption are certainly essential.

If there is a color to characterize the shift required to truly expect sustainability of some part of our civilization it will be Blue, like the azure sky and the deep sea both fade into the unknown black of mystery. Feeling and singing The Blues, the cultural pandemic of "Depression", the underneath and underside of most things we would prefer to repress and deny are the places we might grope for some kind of understanding and, finally, hope - after the circling down into darkness work has been seen through.

So, Bluevolution. Not a revolutionary return to an imagined utopia. Not a coming evolutionary step which is inevitable because it is either ordained by Nature or not. A spiral turning (volution) that feels like washing in and out with water when a thing needs burial. Simply grieving what is past until it truly has passed. Then humanity may live in a new way that understands and incorporates an understanding of what has died. Otherwise we keep making literal and living the old way until we are all literally no more.

vo·lu·tion (və-lū'shən)
n.

1. A turn or twist about a center; a spiral.
2. Zoology. One of the whorls of a spiral gastropod shell.

[From Latin volūtus, past participle of volvere, to turn. See volute.]