Lately, I’ve been reading up on one of my favorite and most interesting subjects — homesteading.
Mostly just research and wishful thinking about what I’ll do when the day comes that I can wake up, step outside, spend the day weeding and pruning and learning; as opposed to fighting through traffic, putting in the hours to support everybody else’s American dream, and then fighting through traffic — again.
Not to negate my love for my current job, and the absolutely amazing team of people I work with. But, open fields, simple off-grid living; and living a healthier, happier, closer-to-earth lifestyle is callin’ this ole’ grrl
At any rate, I’ve been making the rounds of some of my favorite blogs, and I came across this gem:
“We first started raising chickens with 6 hens. After a few months we decided to add a rooster to the flock, and we were given a big healthy rooster at a local 4H club meet. The rooster was an active mater and before long the hens looked ragged. They each had bald spots on the back of their heads and featherless patches on their backs. The birds became run down and agitated, constantly trying to run from the rooster. Their egg laying became sporadic.
The ideal rooster to hen ratio is around 1:12, depending on the nature of the rooster. Our rooster over-mated the flock and became so aggressive that he even challenged me when I walked into the chicken run. We couldn’t afford to double our flock to accommodate the rooster, and within a short while he was sent to the stew pot and peace was restored in the henhouse.” — eartheasy.com
When I was in the third grade I thought that I was gay
‘Cause I could draw, my uncle was, and I kept my room straight
I told my mom tears rushing down my face
She’s like “Sam you’ve loved girls since before pre-k,”
Yeah, I guess she had a point, didn’t she?
Bunch of stereotypes all in my head
I remember doing the math like, “Yeah, I’m good at little league”
A preconceived idea of what it all meant
For those that liked the same sex
Had the characteristics
The right wing conservatives think it’s a decision
And you can be cured with some treatment and religion
Man made rewiring of a predisposition
Playing god, aw nah here we go
America the brave still fears what we don’t know
And god loves all his children, is somehow forgotten
But we paraphrase a book written thirty-five-hundred years ago
I don’t know
And I can’t change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
And I can’t change
Even if I try
Even if I wanted to
My love
My love
My love
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
Ask yourself, what kind of person do you wanna be
And how many commandments are gonna rule how you think
And do we really mean it, when we say he loves us all?
And do we really believe it when they say that we’re created equal?
Well of course I do, I’m not a racist or an asshole
Yet we can treat them less if their love is homosexual?
Well rules are rules and the bible’s pretty clear here
Yeah we know, we get it, but we don’t live by procedure
We decide what’s right by what’s right, not what’s written
We evolve past our outdated norms and dispositions
We don’t exclude people based on footnotes of exodus
Like my friend Haley who loves both of her dads
You want to tell her their love is different?
You want to make that distinction?
You want to tell her that this beautiful and limitless thing that we call love
Has rules and a proper way to do it
And that their love is less love because an old book don’t approve it?
I guess here’s how I see it
You got a heart beat like mine
Probably get that same feeling when your fingers intertwine
Well mi love es su love. Same heart. Same love
About time we raise up same sex
Love is patient
Love is kind
Love is patient
Love is kind
And I can’t change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
My love
My love
My love
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
Press play, don’t press pause
Progress, march on
With the veil over our eyes
We turn our backs to the cause
Till the day that my uncles can be united by law
When kids are walking ‘round the hallway plagued by pain in their heart
A world so hateful some would rather die than be who they are
And a certificate on paper isn’t gonna change it all
But it’s a damn good place to start
So it’s time that we stand without a doubt or concession
Rather than sitting here gridlocked in oppression
We all raise our voices, til they’re too loud to ignore
Singing songs of acceptance
Thank you, Macklemore
And I can’t change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
And I can’t change
Even if I try
Even if I wanted to
My love
My love
My love
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
(I‘m not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient
(I‘m not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind
(I‘m not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient
(I‘m not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind
Love is patient
Love is kind
bleed me.
allow all the poison to seep
from the punctuation of your teeth
through my skin.
bleed me.
hold the spare parts together tight
keep me from flying apart
keep me from evaporating
bleed me.
filter your screams through
the empty spaces, and
let us be free
napowrimo — 4.24.13 — dante.artifex
I loved this piece, and it just might be my favorite for the entire month, not sure. I’ll be honest and say that one of the reasons it’s my favorite is because the painting is an original created by my partner …
