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Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, friends in the blogging world and outside of it, the time has come. So sit down, squat down, or lie down, but make yourselves at home. Because it’s time at last for. . .
art by Piper Macenzie
Are you as excited as I am? I don’t think anyone could be, but please humor me and try to give a good imitation. ;) Continue reading
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Dear lovely BloggieFriends, you may or may not have noticed my recent absence, literally and figuratively. I have been tied up with family related matters which I am sure you will hear all about in coming posts.
The award-winning brevity of this post speaks for the totally absent mind of our Only Blogger, Laura P., who pleads guilty as long as you don’t get near her chocolate, chocolate chocolate chocolate cupcake with chocolate, cho…oh hell, y’all know whut I mean. Continue reading
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As everybody knows by now, the world lost one of its finest. A very human, human being. He was a genius and as it would seem, geniuses are often burdened with mental illness. A brilliant comedian that brought countless hours of laughter and tears to my life and that of many others. He fought addiction and depression all his life. And in the end, he lost the last battle.
Shortly after his death, our very own Cate Reddell shared a petition started by Taren Stinebrickner-Kauffman, Founder of SumOfUs.org. She signed it and encouraged the rest of us to sign it as well. Continue reading
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Hi here. It’s been a while. Let’s me dust a little…
Ah, that’s better.
I haven’t posted or visited anyone’s blogs in weeks (months?). It is no that I have writer’s block. I have SO much to say. But every time I try, the world just choke in my throat so after staring at the empty New Post window, I just close it and go somewhere else.
It is the most bizarre thing.
I am happy. Probably the happiest I’ve ever been. Here in Lansingland, I have a beautiful backyard with a big pond with many geese -I counted 62 at some point, three blue herons, about two dozen mallards and plenty of little birds, including sparrows, robins, swallows and starlings. We even have a resident beaver who is building a dam! Continue reading
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TRIGGER WARNING: Discussion of issues related to Eating Disorder recovery. No numbers involved.
Also, there is a rather nasty animal welfare story mentioned in the first two paragraphs.
I read an horrendous story the other day about a giraffe tragically killed in South Africa recently as it was being transported on a busy highway. The giraffe was decapitated when the truck it was being transported by drove under an over-bridge. The giraffe was blindfolded (it makes me wonder if the driver was too), and I think that is standard practise for transporting these animals, to keep them calm (personally blindfolding me will not keep me calm).
Three years ago this day, two passionate, excited, naïve bloggers propelled into cyberspace a project they had dreamed of since their most serendipitous first interactions together online.
The bloggers were, of course, yours truly and my partner in crime, Tallulah “Lulu” Stark. The project was what you see here, A Canvas Of The Minds.
I don’t think either of us had a clue of what it would eventually become, which was key. We had ideas and hopes and dreams, but I’ll tell you all now that I never expected then to be where we — and I — are now. I think a little blind naïveté is just what we need sometimes. Continue reading
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Alright, kids, confession time. I have been feeling incredibly sorry for myself recently.
Oddly enough, it was another person validating all I have been going through this year, telling me I’m not getting all worked up over nothing, that I have had it incredibly rough that snapped me out of my funk. This person was trying to help me, they said sometimes we all feel sorry for ourselves, we can’t help it.
This is absolutely true. And I have been dealing with — let’s just keep things short and say a whole lot of crap Continue reading
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When I finally started to not care about stigma and admit I had serious depression-like and anxiety-like stuff going on, I had little idea where the journey of treatment would take me.
Not surprisingly, it was the advice of a
good friend future fiancée, herself a mental illness veteran, that got me going in the right direction. The right direction was cognitive behavioural therapy (CBT). It sounded like just the thing I needed, and I pressed my at the time therapist to get our weekly sessions into the realm of actual CBT, instead of the patient-directed Q & A that had been the hallmark of our times together. Continue reading
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Yesterday (for me, but a week and a bit later as you read), I was part of a very interesting FB conversation. It started with a question from Creston Davis, professor and co-founder of the Graduate School my son is affiliated with. Which by the way, is a seriously kickass school that is breaking paradigms left and right. I had the chance to meet both founders earlier this year and I am thoroughly impressed with what they’re doing. Also, serendipity at its best. They are based in Grand Rapids, MI which is only 1.5 hrs from Lansingland and Dandelion Soup. Um, Squirrel….. Ah yes, the question:
Are the so-called “Trigger Warnings” yet another way to censor professors? Could they be considered the equivalent of cultural censorship controlled by a privileged demographic only looking to received a non-challenging education? What say you?