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Rebecca J Hanna
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Assemblage Artist , Wisdom Keeper, Conspiracy Researcher, Bibliophile, Herbivore, Big Pharma Anarchist, Child of the 60's, Pronoia Advocate, Comedic Reliefian, Twin Peaks and Dirk Gently fan, Zen is my default daily reset, Jedi wannabe, American born with Irish and Blackfoot roots, anti-woke, More CO2 please (the trees asked me to add this), doer of useful old school stuff

#food #history #applepie

I made a mask and entered a contest 8 years ago and won first prize. --just sharing a 2016 memory from Facebook. #art #mask

GM “To find the universal elements enough; to find the air and the water exhilarating; to be refreshed by a morning walk or an evening saunter… to be thrilled by the stars at night; to be elated over a bird’s nest or a wildflower in spring… these are some of the rewards of the simple life.”

John Burroughs

Annie Ovenden - Murmation over Lanhydrock Park.

I don't know what that means but hoping for the best solution.

#inneralchemy #digginginthedirt #selfobservation

To the child who always knew the world contained magic and wonder, beauty and goodness, even when the pain was enough to swallow her whole.

To the small young one I used to be, I owe so much to her heart that never gave up hope.

She didn’t let the adult me completely cover my heart in concrete, she kept the ancient song that whispers in my bones, alive.

When this human world was too painful to be in, she knew that this natural landscape; inside and out, still contained strength, courage, medicine and tenderness.

And now I come back to her more and more with each day, full circle; with gratitude beyond measure. #magicalchild #creativespirit

~ Brigit Anna McNeill

~ Art by Laivi Põder

#criminals #medicalmafia #justicenow

#parenting #detox #health

"They are everywhere.

The tragedy-sniffers are all

about

they get up in the morning

and begin to find things

wrong

and they fling themselves

into a rage about

it,

a rage that lasts until

bedtime,

where even there

they twist in their

insomnia,

not able to rid their

mind

of the petty obstacles

they have

encountered.

They feel set against,

it’s a plot.

And by being constantly

angry they feel that

they are constantly

right.

You see them in traffic

honking wildly

at the slightest

infraction,

cursing,

spewing their

invectives.

You feel them

in lines

at banks

at supermarkets

at movies,

they are pressing

at your back

walking on your

heels,

they are impatient to

a fury.

They are everywhere

and into

everything,

these violently

unhappy

souls.

Actually they are

frightened,

never wanting to be

wrong

they lash out

incessantly

it is a malady

an illness of

that

breed.

The first one

I saw like that

was my

father

and since then

I have seen a

thousand

fathers,

ten thousand

fathers

wasting their lives

in hatred,

tossing their lives

into the

cesspool

and

ranting

on."

💙 Charles Bukowski, They Are Everywhere #poetry #CharlesBukowski