Murals around Tunis by Zoo Project, a Paris-based graffiti artist. Hope is the necessary start to building the networks needed to join forces that far exceed the resources of neoliberalism.

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Between bodies and bioregions, families and food, revelations and responsibility. Josh is a metamorphosis ecologist - an educator, artivist, edge jester - serving as a guide while we transform our relationships with home. Did you see the new map of our neighborhood? Oh what a beautiful body! First map to i.

8220;The song is heroic because the song confronts death. The song is immortal and bravely stares down our own extinction. Re all love and tears and joy exist. This is where we live.

Downloading an app to your necktop. A Narcissist Writes Letters, To Himself. Creations in Poetry and Words. The passage of time was. First given a mathematical structure by the Sumerians in Babylon, which is to say that they put 60 seconds in every minute and so on. Eddas, the Upanishads,.

The stars are like letters which inscribe themselves at every moment in the sky . Everything in the world is full of signs. The archetypal perspective has been a continual presence throughout my life, and I have been working intensively with astrology since 2011. I have also written several essays.

This past week has been one of the more challenging of my life. Life handed me the same challenges thankfully not health related! I am embarrass.

Through the Aion by Starlight. Present Zuvuya of Prophecies Future. Radiant Spica, The Red Books, and Visions of the Flood. Solar Cycles and the Samhain Season. Sacred Moon Cycles and the Queens of Palenque. Coming to Terms With the Ancient Ones. Tolkien and the Galactic Maya. My soul, my soul, where are you? Do you hear me? Do you still know me? Give me yo.