On This Miraculous Planet, On Real Food, On Union with all that is
In February 2020 my partner took a beekeeping course. In March 2020 we built the bee boxes (painting them in the garage as snow drifted down, I remember thinking that summer would never come). In June 2022 we had our first swarm - evidence of a bursting bustling hive.
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Dearest Beloveds,
As you both know, I grew up in a city. I walked to school crossing concrete sidewalks. The orange glow of the streetlights on my bedroom ceiling at night lulled me to sleep along with the clattering engine of the 96 bus. Every Saturday morning Baba, Tia, and I would walk to the Eastern Market to buy eggs, drop off Baba’s dry cleaning, and, once I was old enough to notice, to gawk over the artisan vendors.
Commerce was all around me.
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Dearest Beloveds,
The effects of covid range from the tragic to the ridiculous. Tragic - thousands dead. Ridiculous - Dragon you do not know the words or the hand movements to children’s songs.
I had assumed you would know them and was rather shocked and sad at your first Kindergarten circle time.
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I have noticed myself more and more putting my own thoughts, ideas, sensations, desires, onto the animals that feed us with their bodies - to anthropomorphize the animals. To assign human traits to animals has historically been deemed unscientific - but I would contend that not assigning emotions, agency, or recognizable sensations to animals is a way to separate humans from animals, to make us better, and in turn to provide excuses for the mistreatment of such. Just ask Jane Goodall.
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My life vision is to love, be curious, identify my Cranky Monster, and be brave enough to speak from and for The Good.
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