For years, mental health professionals taught people that they could be psychologically healthy without social support, that “unless you love yourself, no one else will love you.”… The truth is you cannot love yourself unless you have been loved and are loved. The capacity to love cannot be built in isolation.

Bruce D. Perry, M.D., Ph.D., “The Boy Who Was Raised As A Dog”   (via worldispaintedblack)

THIS RIGHT HERE.

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PREACH. PREACH SO HARD. Other people can teach us howto be kind to ourselves because sometimes other people can see us better and less critically than ourselves.

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I want to upload photos from Anathoth Garden! I will have plenty of space to update when my internship ends in two weeks.

However, my internet access is scarce here in the country and I often don’t want to worry about updating or being on the internet at all. I often feel selfish for wanting to not be on here, knowing that I do have information to share with others and knowing, too, that people do want to hear from me.

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I have so many things to do as well as so many things I have been thinking about and reading and discussions I’ve been having. So… I don’t know much about Gaza or which source is the most reliable given that I have very little time and so many webpages to sort through.

What is a good resource to learn about the Gaza situation through? 

At the Wild Goose Festival, I finally got to meet one of my friends, Paul. I didn’t remember Paul from the first festival, but apparently he thought I looked interesting and he did approach me at the end of the 3rd year during the closing ceremony and kind of scared me a little bit (enough perhaps that I choose to block those few seconds from my memory, ha!). He made sure to contact me after the festival and soon enough, we became friends, as much as one can become friends over distance. Soon enough, I learned that he is married to a woman from Rwanda; her name is Hope and she has a ministry called Hope+Africa.
Anyway, at the Festival, Paul gave me this nifty apron, as well as this headband (which is perfect because I really did want an apron) so that I could tell you guys about Hope+Africa. It seems like there is a trend in my using clothing to tell others about the people and things I care about, eh? The cool thing about Hope’s ministry is that they aim to have all the leadership be women who are indigenous to the areas they are caring for others in.
There isn’t a lot on their website, but if you are interested in global peacemaking efforts, or at least want some allies and like-minded folks to talk to in this regard, you should sign up for their newsletter. For security purposes, there isn’t a lot on their website, but you can learn more about Hope’s ministry there.

At the Wild Goose Festival, I finally got to meet one of my friends, Paul. I didn’t remember Paul from the first festival, but apparently he thought I looked interesting and he did approach me at the end of the 3rd year during the closing ceremony and kind of scared me a little bit (enough perhaps that I choose to block those few seconds from my memory, ha!). He made sure to contact me after the festival and soon enough, we became friends, as much as one can become friends over distance. Soon enough, I learned that he is married to a woman from Rwanda; her name is Hope and she has a ministry called Hope+Africa.

Anyway, at the Festival, Paul gave me this nifty apron, as well as this headband (which is perfect because I really did want an apron) so that I could tell you guys about Hope+Africa. It seems like there is a trend in my using clothing to tell others about the people and things I care about, eh? The cool thing about Hope’s ministry is that they aim to have all the leadership be women who are indigenous to the areas they are caring for others in.

There isn’t a lot on their website, but if you are interested in global peacemaking efforts, or at least want some allies and like-minded folks to talk to in this regard, you should sign up for their newsletter. For security purposes, there isn’t a lot on their website, but you can learn more about Hope’s ministry there.

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black—lamb:

these photos were taken earlier this year when I attended school in Tennessee (my 4th year to be exact)

I don’t know if you can tell but I was very sad at the time…

Sad is actually an understatement… I had actually never thought about suicide before going to a religious school… But it’s just something about being surrounded by people who care about everyone else but the ones they are supposed to care about… People who set out to “help the broken” but who were too blinded by their own hypocrisy to help the broken ones right under their stuck up noses… I never would have guessed I would be sleeping in my car and in hotels all while trying to get my education at a place that literally hated me… Or the idea of what I represented.

This piece, “Overhead” was one done in response to being told “create a work about how you are feeling”

At the time I felt so empty and lonely that it physically hurt…

"Overhead" represents the idea of a dark cloud overtaking a persons’ life… How the feelings of sadness can have a physical weight of it’s own… A presence if you will…

I spent 5 days/nights (even after the piece was due) to finish this room sized installation. It consisted of over 500 fishing lines attached to a 15 x 20 ft grid and pounds of scrap bubble wrap …
I did not finish the piece on time even when I asked for an extension… I just wanted to do my best..in my mind, it would all pay off…

It didn’t. My professor: a racist homophobic sexist conservative man took it as his opportunity to put me in my place… To break me… he didn’t even look at the piece once it was done.. It was up for a week… He was so mad that I had finished it.. At the end of the year he failed me….and ONLY me..an advanced sculpture student who had always made A’s and who had received scholarships for my work…

Fast forward to now… I wish I could have told the person I was a couple months ago that everything was going to be ok…

I’m now in NYC. Things are not perfect (I don’t have a degree after almost finishing school) but I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Tennessee broke me… and even thinking about “Overhead” brings back terrible feelings and resentment… But I’m so thankful it did. I was meant to be pushed away from that place.

I’m free.

“Just like a dark cloud everything passes.”