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by Fae Rowen
When I was a child, a trip to my grandmother’s meant the opportunity to play with the dangling things on her lamp. On a sunny day, I could swing the prisms and watch little rainbows bounce around the walls.
(Yes, I was easily entertained.)
Now, I have a collection of crystals and rocks that I’ve acquired over the past decade to use in conjunction with energy healing.
Especially when dealing with a magic-imbued fantasy world, but even when dealing with the world we must live and write in...
Editor’s note: this is a guest post by Lynn Fang of Upcycled Love.
We are so inundated with negative information these days that most people just want to numb themselves to the pain. They don’t want to talk about the real issues (they’d much rather keep listening to the new Katy Perry single).
Political corruption, crime, social injustice, and environmental disasters are everywhere.
I'm reblogging this solely because it resonates inside me and I want to share the pleasure and hope that we can work together for something better.
Dear unborn children of the 100 homophobes who tweeted that they would murder you if you are gay,*
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry that you got shitty parents. Unfortunately it happens sometimes, though in a perfect world it wouldn’t.
I’m worried about you and so are a lot of other people. While your future parents are thinking about killing you, we’re thinking about loving you.
I needed to reblog this, if only because (like C.J.'s Mom), my boy is an amazing child, who loves beautiful things whether the "experts" have already dictated their boxes as "for boys" or "for girls". I had to reblog this because I've known too many children, now adults, who whose presence in my life has enriched and delighted me...but might never have been if they'd had parents like the 100 Twits. But most of all, I had to reblog this, because this story needs to be spread around, so people think about their words and choices.
Thank you, C.J.'s Mom, for being his mom!
