{"id":436,"date":"2024-10-17T01:53:53","date_gmt":"2024-10-17T01:53:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/justcareforall.life\/?page_id=436"},"modified":"2026-03-19T22:10:03","modified_gmt":"2026-03-19T22:10:03","slug":"elementor-436","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/justcareforall.life\/?page_id=436","title":{"rendered":"Chapter 1, Buried Me"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
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Our Past: Rupturia
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We Once Were One:
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The opposite of poverty is not wealth.\u00a0\u00a0In too\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

many\u00a0<\/span>places, the opposite of poverty\u00a0<\/span>is justice.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

–Bryan Stevenson. Born 1959.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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I may not survive.<\/p>

So, I must share this unfinished work, now.<\/p>

Many years ago, I was torn apart<\/p>

by injustice that continues<\/p>

to this day.<\/p>

One injection<\/p>

of a socially sponsored toxin<\/p>

suspended me in the prism of pain.<\/p>

There, the clock’s dial sneered<\/p>

as it hands clobbered me.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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I protexted, resisted and struck back,<\/p>

until I was persona non grata.<\/p>

As I fought for life and truth,<\/p>

I cried out one night:<\/p>

“Will we ever span a bridge over this\u00a0<\/p>

Gorge of Animus?”<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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We can influence whether we have\u00a0<\/p>

a planet of peace, social justice, equity and\u00a0growth\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

or a planet of unbridgeable differences\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

between peoples, wasted\u00a0<\/span>resources,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

corruption, and terror.<\/span><\/p>

–James Wolfensohn. 1933-2020<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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I imagine one of the reasons people<\/p>\n

cling to their hates so stubbornly is <\/p>\n

because they sense, once hate is gone, <\/p>\n

they will be forced to deal with pain.<\/p>\n

–James Baldwin. 1924-1987<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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Okay, not quite so eloquently.<\/p>\n

It was more<\/p>\n

of a guttural, throaty, growling howl<\/p>\n

of desperation, disdain, and disbelief.<\/p>\n

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When I was poisoned, I collapsed,<\/p>\n

curled up into a fetal ball and howled in pain.<\/p>\n

The unjust toxin destroyed my organs.<\/p>\n

Ate me alive, from the inside out.<\/p>\n

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Experience has shown how deeply the <\/p>\n

seeds of war are planted by economic<\/p>\n

rivalry and social injustice<\/p>\n

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Optimism doesn’t mean that you are blind<\/p>

to the reality of the situation.<\/p>

It means that you remain motivated to seek<\/p>

a solution to whatever problem arises.<\/p>

–The Dali Lama. Born 1935.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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\u00a0<\/p>

When I landed\u00a0<\/p>

at what I thought to be the bottom,<\/p>

I lay still for days.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

Every millimeter of me hurt.<\/span><\/p>

My moans echoed all around me.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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Days later, I rolled over, onto  my knees.<\/span><\/p>\n

Weeks later, I knelt, swayed, chanted, and prayed.<\/p>\n

Months later, I climbed to my feet<\/span> and howled. <\/span><\/p>\n

A year later, going mad, I began to laugh.<\/span><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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To truly laugh, you must be able\u00a0<\/p>

to take your pain and play with it.<\/p>

–Charlie Chaplin. 1889-1977.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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Step into the fire of self-discovery.<\/p>\n

It will not burn you,<\/p>\n

it will only burn what you are not.<\/p>\n

–Mooji. Born 1954.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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The granite underworld\u00a0crushed bone, light and will alike.<\/span><\/p>

Within,\u00a0<\/span>time crawled ahead and dragged me along.<\/span><\/p>

The catacombs hid a<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>vast network of sinkholes.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

Each year, I feel into a deeper realm of pain.<\/p>

Four factors gleaned over four\u00a0<\/p>

lightless quadrenniums:<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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First, as I tumbled deeper, my memories crumbled,<\/span><\/p>\n

forever reduced to the rubble of delusion;<\/p>\n

once a fantastical realm, now no longer real,<\/p>\n

once, where empathy extinguished desperation,<\/p>\n

once where essential sustenance was in abundance.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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Until the great mass of people shall be filled<\/span><\/p>

with a sense of responsibility for each other’s<\/p>

welfare, social justice can never be attained.<\/p>

–Hellen Keller. 1880-1968.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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The winter solstice has always been special to me<\/span><\/p>

as a barren darkness\u00a0<\/p>

that gives birth to a<\/p>

verdant future beyond imagination,<\/p>

a time of pain and withdrawal<\/span><\/p>

that produces something joyfully in<\/span>conceivable,<\/span><\/p>

like a monarch butterfly<\/p>

masterfully extracting itself from the confines of its cocoon,<\/p>

bursting forth into unexpected glory<\/p>

–Gary Zukay. Born 1942.\u00a0<\/p>

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Once, where we strove to govern inclusively,<\/span><\/p>\n

once, with compassion, is now <\/span><\/p>

governed <\/span>by exploitation <\/span>and extraction.<\/span><\/p>\n


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Alas, compressed by time, <\/p>\n

my world shrunk to a leaky snow globe,<\/p>\n

now designated by the dealers of hate <\/p>\n

as a derelict relic of the vanquished;<\/p>\n

ransacked and inversed<\/p>\n

despite my defiance.<\/p>\n

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Second, I use the term “tale,” loosely.<\/p>\n

This is more like a topographer’s field journal,<\/p>\n

comprised of translations of strange tones<\/p>\n

and renditions of vague visions and pain<\/p>

elusive to the surface world.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Third, the route herein was not linear,<\/span><\/p>\n

more like points on a compass<\/p>\n

whose needle spun madly<\/p>\n

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It is a curious sensation:<\/span><\/p>

the sort of pain that goes mercifully\u00a0<\/p>

beyond our power of feeling.<\/p>

When your heart is broken, your boats are burned:<\/p>

nothing matters any more:<\/p>

It is the end of happiness and the beginning of peace.<\/p>

–George Barnard Shaw. 1856-1950.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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Does saying “things are improving” imply<\/p>

that everything is fine,<\/p>

and we should all relax and not worry?<\/p>

Is it helpful to have to choose<\/p>

between bad and improving?<\/p>

Definitely not. It’s both.<\/p>

It’s both bad and better.<\/p>

Better, and bad, at the same time.<\/p>

That is how we must think\u00a0<\/p>

about the current state of the world.<\/p>

–Hans Rosling. 1948-2017<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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Fourth, I painstakingly tried<\/span><\/p>

to render the vital details<\/p>

but ever-present fear<\/p>

informed my POV.<\/p>

Fear that I would<\/p>

fail to prevail,<\/p>

fail to live,<\/p>

fail to ever have<\/p>

any menaing at all,<\/p>

never to make my mark,<\/p>

construct, contribute or create,<\/p>

never, not without my missing half.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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One day, I heard water dripping.<\/p>

A crystal clear, “Blink,”<\/p>

bounced off the cave walls.<\/p>

In this echo chamber<\/p>

I ran round and round<\/p>

–until–<\/p>

A spring of babbling water<\/p>

led to a stream of water,<\/p>

led to rushing water,<\/p>

led to rising water.<\/p>

Paused, stood still<\/p>

–wobbled–<\/p>

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Into the echo chamber of his own mind,<\/span><\/p>

where he was always able to find <\/span><\/p>

a justification for the most terrible action. <\/span><\/p>\n

–Una McCormack, Born 1972.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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If you want something you never had,<\/span><\/p>

you must be willing to do something you have never done.<\/span><\/p>

–Thomas Jefferson. 1743-1826.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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Just like moons and suns,<\/p>\n

With certainty of tides,<\/p>\n

Just like hopes springing high,<\/p>\n

Still I’ll rise.<\/p>\n

–Maya Angelou. 1928-2014.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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Splashing;<\/p>

Rising, spinning in its eddy,<\/p>

Rising, ready to be restored,<\/p>

Rising, alongst a nautical ascent.<\/p>

Dumped atop, on its riparian bank.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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Back, above ground<\/b>,\u00a0<\/p>

I was blinded by the sun.<\/p>

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My eyes adjusted,<\/p>

cringing reduced to squinting<\/p>

until I could hold my eyes open\u00a0<\/p>

without pain.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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He threw his hands to his eyes and hissed.<\/p>

Like the hiss of incinerating ashes.<\/p>

‘What is this bright orange orb in the sky\u00a0<\/p>

that mocks me with its warmth?’<\/p>

–Jesikah Sundin, Transitions. Born 1978.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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The human race<\/p>

cannot forever exist<\/p>

half-exploiter and half-exploited.<\/p>

–Henry Ford. 1863-1947.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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How wonderful it is that nobody need wait\u00a0<\/p>

a single moment before starting to improve the world.<\/p>

–Anne Franke. 1929-1945.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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One day lying in the sun, <\/p>\n

I rolled and wiggled <\/p>\n

in the warm dirt,<\/p>\n

basked in the light.<\/p>


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Then I heard them,<\/span><\/p>\n

the Dominion Dogs<\/p>\n

barking in the distance.<\/p>\n

The lush carpet<\/p>\n

of tall, thick brush<\/p>\n

parted as they charged toward me.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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Though not done, my time has run, so to you,<\/span><\/p>

I bequeath my memories and dreams.<\/p>

Do not rest on discontent;<\/p>

elevate your efficacy;<\/p>

build your biome, wisely.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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Men should begin to learn before they die<\/span><\/p>

what they are running from, and to,<\/p>

and why.<\/p>

–James Thurber.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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In time of crisis, it is of utmost importance\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

to\u00a0<\/span>keep one’s head.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

–Anonymous.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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It is not the size of the dog in the fight,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

it is the size of the fight in the dog.<\/span><\/p>

–Mark Twain. 1835-1910.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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They’re here, skidding to stops,<\/p>

digging their claws into the ground,<\/p>

snarling, growling, snapping<\/p>

an inch from my face.<\/p>

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I fight to hold them back …<\/p>

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As if I am wrestling with time, itself,<\/p>

stopping them from tearing into me,<\/p>

stopping time from rolling over me.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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Their erratic jerks, stay,<\/p>

their convulsions, pause,<\/p>

their snapping jaws, stall.<\/p>

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Their saliva drips in slow-motion<\/p>

until the stink-drops halt, mid-air,<\/p>

and the tick-tocks of the clock stop.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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Through the sacred art of pausing,\u00a0<\/p>

we develop the capacity to stop hiding<\/p>

to stop running away from our experiences.<\/p>

We begin to trust our natural intelligence,\u00a0<\/p>

in our naturally wise heart,<\/p>

in our capacity to be open to whatever arises.<\/p>

–Pema Chodron. Born 1936.\u00a0<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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Courage is grace under pressure.<\/span><\/p>\n

–Earnest Hemingway. 1899-1961<\/p>\n

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Go now. Go quick.<\/span><\/p>

Go find my other half.<\/p>

Go bring my other half back to me!<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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The Seerz of Wazizwilbi (Loveslapped) Our Past: Rupturia Chapter 1: Buried Me We Once Were One: The whole is greater than the sum of its parts There is no coming to consciousness without pain.–Carl Jung. 1875-1965 \u00a0 The opposite of poverty is not wealth.\u00a0\u00a0In too\u00a0 many\u00a0places, the opposite of poverty\u00a0is justice.\u00a0 –Bryan Stevenson. Born 1959. \u00a0 I may not survive. So, I must share this unfinished work, now. Many years ago, I was torn apart by injustice that continues to this day. One injection of a socially sponsored toxin suspended me in the prism of pain. There, the clock’s dial sneered as it hands clobbered me. \u00a0 I protexted, resisted and struck back, until I was persona non grata. As I fought for life and truth, I cried out one night: “Will we ever span a bridge over this\u00a0 Gorge of Animus?” \u00a0 We can influence whether we have\u00a0 a planet of peace, social justice, equity and\u00a0growth\u00a0 or a planet of unbridgeable differences\u00a0 between peoples, wasted\u00a0resources,\u00a0 corruption, and terror. –James Wolfensohn. 1933-2020 I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is  because they sense, once hate is gone,  they will be forced to deal with pain. –James Baldwin. 1924-1987 Okay, not quite so eloquently. It was more of a guttural, throaty, growling howl of desperation, disdain, and disbelief. When I was poisoned, I collapsed, curled up into a fetal ball and howled in pain. The unjust toxin destroyed my organs. Ate me alive, from the inside out. And would do much, much worse. Experience has shown how deeply the  seeds of war are planted by economic rivalry and social injustice –Harry S. Truman. 1884-1972 \u00a0 Optimism doesn’t mean that you are blind to the reality of the situation. It means that you remain motivated to seek a solution to whatever problem arises. –The Dali Lama. Born 1935. \u00a0 When I landed\u00a0 at what I thought to be the bottom, I lay still for days.\u00a0 Every millimeter of me hurt. My moans echoed all around me. Days later, I rolled over, onto  my knees. Weeks later, I knelt, swayed, chanted, and prayed. Months later, I climbed to my feet and howled.  A year later, going mad, I began to laugh. \u00a0 To truly laugh, you must be able\u00a0 to take your pain and play with it. –Charlie Chaplin. 1889-1977. Step into the fire of self-discovery. It will not burn you, it will only burn what you are not. –Mooji. Born 1954. The granite underworld\u00a0crushed bone, light and will alike. Within,\u00a0time crawled ahead and dragged me along. The catacombs hid a\u00a0vast network of sinkholes.\u00a0 Each year, I feel into a deeper realm of pain. Four factors gleaned over four\u00a0 lightless quadrenniums:   First, as I tumbled deeper, my memories crumbled, forever reduced to the rubble of delusion; once a fantastical realm, now no longer real, once, where empathy extinguished desperation, once where essential sustenance was in abundance. \u00a0 Until the great mass of people shall be filled with a sense of responsibility for each other’s welfare, social justice can never be attained. –Hellen Keller. 1880-1968. \u00a0 The winter solstice has always been special to me as a barren darkness\u00a0 that gives birth to a verdant future beyond imagination, a time of pain and withdrawal that produces something joyfully inconceivable, like a monarch butterfly masterfully extracting itself from the confines of its cocoon, bursting forth into unexpected glory –Gary Zukay. Born 1942.\u00a0 \u00a0 Once, where we strove to govern inclusively, once, with compassion, is now  governed by exploitation and extraction. Alas, compressed by time,  my world shrunk to a leaky snow globe, now designated by the dealers of hate  as a derelict relic of the vanquished; ransacked and inversed despite my defiance. Second, I use the term “tale,” loosely. This is more like a topographer’s field journal, comprised of translations of strange tones and renditions of vague visions and pain elusive to the surface world.   Third, the route herein was not linear, more like points on a compass whose needle spun madly in three dimensions. \u00a0 It is a curious sensation: the sort of pain that goes mercifully\u00a0 beyond our power of feeling. When your heart is broken, your boats are burned: nothing matters any more: It is the end of happiness and the beginning of peace. –George Barnard Shaw. 1856-1950. \u00a0 Does saying “things are improving” imply that everything is fine, and we should all relax and not worry? Is it helpful to have to choose between bad and improving? Definitely not. It’s both. It’s both bad and better. Better, and bad, at the same time. That is how we must think\u00a0 about the current state of the world. –Hans Rosling. 1948-2017 \u00a0 Fourth, I painstakingly tried to render the vital details but ever-present fear informed my POV. Fear that I would fail to prevail, fail to live, fail to ever have any menaing at all, never to make my mark, construct, contribute or create, never, not without my missing half. \u00a0 One day, I heard water dripping. A crystal clear, “Blink,” bounced off the cave walls. In this echo chamber I ran round and round –until– A spring of babbling water led to a stream of water, led to rushing water, led to rising water. Paused, stood still –wobbled– then fell. Into the echo chamber of his own mind, where he was always able to find  a justification for the most terrible action.  –Una McCormack, Born 1972. \u00a0 If you want something you never had, you must be willing to do something you have never done. –Thomas Jefferson. 1743-1826. Just like moons and suns, With certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I’ll rise. –Maya Angelou. 1928-2014. \u00a0 Splashing; Rising, spinning in its eddy, Rising, ready to be restored, Rising, alongst a nautical ascent. Dumped atop, on its riparian bank. \u00a0 Back, above ground,\u00a0 I was blinded by the sun. \u00a0 My eyes adjusted, cringing reduced to squinting until I could hold my eyes open\u00a0 without pain.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"elementor_canvas","meta":{"ocean_post_layout":"","ocean_both_sidebars_style":"","ocean_both_sidebars_content_width":0,"ocean_both_sidebars_sidebars_width":0,"ocean_sidebar":"","ocean_second_sidebar":"","ocean_disable_margins":"enable","ocean_add_body_class":"","ocean_shortcode_before_top_bar":"","ocean_shortcode_after_top_bar":"","ocean_shortcode_before_header":"","ocean_shortcode_after_header":"","ocean_has_shortcode":"","ocean_shortcode_after_title":"","ocean_shortcode_before_footer_widgets":"","ocean_shortcode_after_footer_widgets":"","ocean_shortcode_before_footer_bottom":"","ocean_shortcode_after_footer_bottom":"","ocean_display_top_bar":"default","ocean_display_header":"default","ocean_header_style":"","ocean_center_header_left_menu":"","ocean_custom_header_template":"","ocean_custom_logo":0,"ocean_custom_retina_logo":0,"ocean_custom_logo_max_width":0,"ocean_custom_logo_tablet_max_width":0,"ocean_custom_logo_mobile_max_width":0,"ocean_custom_logo_max_height":0,"ocean_custom_logo_tablet_max_height":0,"ocean_custom_logo_mobile_max_height":0,"ocean_header_custom_menu":"","ocean_menu_typo_font_family":"","ocean_menu_typo_font_subset":"","ocean_menu_typo_font_size":0,"ocean_menu_typo_font_size_tablet":0,"ocean_menu_typo_font_size_mobile":0,"ocean_menu_typo_font_size_unit":"px","ocean_menu_typo_font_weight":"","ocean_menu_typo_font_weight_tablet":"","ocean_menu_typo_font_weight_mobile":"","ocean_menu_typo_transform":"","ocean_menu_typo_transform_tablet":"","ocean_menu_typo_transform_mobile":"","ocean_menu_typo_line_height":0,"ocean_menu_typo_line_height_tablet":0,"ocean_menu_typo_line_height_mobile":0,"ocean_menu_typo_line_height_unit":"","ocean_menu_typo_spacing":0,"ocean_menu_typo_spacing_tablet":0,"ocean_menu_typo_spacing_mobile":0,"ocean_menu_typo_spacing_unit":"","ocean_menu_link_color":"","ocean_menu_link_color_hover":"","ocean_menu_link_color_active":"","ocean_menu_link_background":"","ocean_menu_link_hover_background":"","ocean_menu_link_active_background":"","ocean_menu_social_links_bg":"","ocean_menu_social_hover_links_bg":"","ocean_menu_social_links_color":"","ocean_menu_social_hover_links_color":"","ocean_disable_title":"default","ocean_disable_heading":"default","ocean_post_title":"","ocean_post_subheading":"","ocean_post_title_style":"","ocean_post_title_background_color":"","ocean_post_title_background":0,"ocean_post_title_bg_image_position":"","ocean_post_title_bg_image_attachment":"","ocean_post_title_bg_image_repeat":"","ocean_post_title_bg_image_size":"","ocean_post_title_height":0,"ocean_post_title_bg_overlay":0.5,"ocean_post_title_bg_overlay_color":"","ocean_disable_breadcrumbs":"default","ocean_breadcrumbs_color":"","ocean_breadcrumbs_separator_color":"","ocean_breadcrumbs_links_color":"","ocean_breadcrumbs_links_hover_color":"","ocean_display_footer_widgets":"default","ocean_display_footer_bottom":"default","ocean_custom_footer_template":"","footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-436","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry","entry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/justcareforall.life\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/436","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/justcareforall.life\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/justcareforall.life\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/justcareforall.life\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/justcareforall.life\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=436"}],"version-history":[{"count":266,"href":"https:\/\/justcareforall.life\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/436\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5291,"href":"https:\/\/justcareforall.life\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/436\/revisions\/5291"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/justcareforall.life\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=436"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}