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I am into all things self-sufficiency, diy, permaculture, also astrology - currently learning horary astrology as I find it enormously helpful. Please join my boards "permies" for all these things and "malala" for alternatives in education.
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Dr Naomi Wolf Christmas Newsletter

I just received this newsletter from Naomi Wold which I really want to share as I loved what she is sharing. I copy and paste the bit I liked best and the put the link so you can read the rest yourself if you like. She also shares a poaem by Walt Whitman, which would deserve its own post really..... My father, the departed and much-missed poet Dr Leonard Wolf, believed that once you write something, it no longer belongs to you. Outspoken with Dr Naomi Wolf is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. Subscribe It belongs, as he taught me and his many students, not to the author, but to the universe. He also believed that even if a writer had just one reader, that was enough; the right words for the right reader meant that an entire universe was created. He was a Blakean, after all, and saw “Heaven in a Wild Flower.” He made literary use of the Talmud’s teaching: that if you save even one life, you have saved a world. My dad also distinguished between what he called the “career” of the writer, and the “life” of the writer. “Careers” he held in little esteem; they came and went; the acclaim or the disdain of the world were meaningless to him. But: were you truly living “the life of the writer”? That was the question about which he cared; his eyes sparkled when he asked it. And the “life of a writer” set a high bar. The question meant: were you, every day of your working life, doing your utmost to tell the truth as you knew it; to make the manifestation of it in prose — he loved saying that lovely word, “prose” — beautiful? Were you expressing what had to be expressed? Without narcissism, without laziness, without hiding, without false notes of pretentiousness? Read the rest here on substack:
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A Ceilidh Through Time by Jacqueline Boland

Shujaat shared his beautiful Indian music with us today, which is very synchronistic with what I was going to share today - a Scottish story written for the Scottish bookweek this year about the beautiful celebration of Ceilidh. A cèilidh is a traditional Scottish social gathering. In its most basic form, it simply means a social visit. In contemporary usage, it usually involves dancing and playing Gaelic folk music, either at a house party or a larger concert at a social hall or other community gathering place. This beautiful short story was written by Jacqueline Boland. A Ceilidh Through Time I’m spinning and laughing and sweating; it is joy and it is life. The soaring song of the fiddle thrums in my bones, every breath of the accordion as essential as my own; the tapping of feet and rapping of drums is the echo of my heartbeat as I dance and dance and dance— Here, time has no bearing. It’s just us, the room, the music and all the ones who came before, connected through a shared moment of culture and jubilance. A long tradition of gathering to share stories and songs that whisper to us now—listen… Can you hear it? Can you feel it? Can you hear their sorrow and pain in the lilting singing? Their strength and endurance in the pounding of feet and drums? Can you feel their soul and merriment in the clasp of hands and tangle of limbs? Every song, every step is a story that I share with the one I love, my family, my friends and complete strangers as we kick and clap and spin. The band spill their very souls into the instruments, pouring the music into our own, a conduit for communication spanning hundreds of years so that nothing will ever be forgotten. And with our panting breaths and pulsing blood, we keep the stories alive. A young couple married and full of purest love celebrating with their clan, an enduring light to fight back any darkness. The gathering of families in farewell of their children going off to war, so that they may take this moment with them and think of home. Faerie folk with the grass under their feet tickling their toes, yielding themselves entirely to the magic of the forest and the earth. “Live,” the music demands. “Live and dance and remember.” The cascading notes peel back the worries, the insecurity, the nonsense until nothing exists beyond this moment. Just your hand in theirs and the swirling of the dance, as sure and beautiful as the rippling stars in the night sky. It doesn’t matter where you hail from, it doesn’t matter that you trip over your feet, that your face is flushed and hair damped with sweat. To dance here is to be free. When you take a stranger’s sweat-slick palm and throw each other around, grinning wildly. Or stumble as you weave in and out of bodies, laughing with abandon. Your happiness is theirs, and theirs is yours. With song and dance, we tell the stories of love and loss and home. We’re reminded that all there exists is love and each other. We squeeze a little bit tighter, hold on a little longer and feel a little bit more. As if every person to revel in the music before or sit around the storyteller left a piece of themselves for you, and you’ll leave a piece of yourself for everyone after. The music fills me up with all those lives and stories, the floating strings and rolling keys swelling my heart, and I give myself over to it. I promise not to forget the feeling, the joy and the clarity, of existing wholly in this moment. And when the song comes to its crashing end and I’m released from its thrall, collapsing with heavy breaths and a beaming smile, my bursting heart thuds and every beat says: “I am home, I am home, I am home.”
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Know your worth -a parable

One day a young man came to a gray haired old man and said, I've come to you because I feel so miserable and worthless that I don't even want to live. Everyone around keeps telling me that I'm a loser, a slob and idiot. Please help me. The elder glanced at the young man and hurriedly answered, I'm sorry, but I'm very busy right now. I can't help you. I need to urgently deal with a very urgent matter. After thinking a little, he added, but if you agree to help me in my business, I'll be glad to help you with yours. With pleasure, he muttered, noting bitterly that he was once again being pushed to the sidelines. All right, said the old man, and withdrew from his left pinky finger a small ring with a beautiful stone. Take your horse and ride to the market square. I urgently need to sell this ring to pay off debt. Try to sell it at a higher price, and under no circumstances do not settle for less than a gold coin. Ride on and come back as soon as possible. The young man took the ring and rode away. When he arrived at the market square, he began to offer the ring to the traders. At first they looked at the merchandise with interest. But as soon as they heard about the value of a gold coin, they immediately lost all interest in the ring. Some laughed openly in his face, others simply looked away. Only one elderly merchant kindly explained to him that a gold coin was too high a price for such a ring. The only thing he could get for it was a copper coin, but at most a silver one. The young man was very upset when he heard the old man's words, because he remembered the old man's orders never lower the price than a gold coin. After going around the market and offering the ring to a good hundred people, the young man saddled his horse again and rode back. He was very saddened by the failure and went to the old man. Master, I have not been able to carry out my mission sadly, he said, at best I could have obtained for the ring a few silver coins. But you did tell me not to settle for less than gold, and that's not what the ring's worth. You have just said some important words, my son, the old man said. Before you try to sell it, it's a good idea to establish its true value. But who better to do that than a true expert in jewels? A jeweler. Go to the jeweler and ask him how much he'll offer us for the ring. The young man mounted his horse again and went to the jeweler. The jeweler looked at the ring through a magnifying glass for a long time, then weighed it on a small scale. And at last he turned to the young man. Tell the master I can't give you more than 58 gold coins for it right now. But if he will give me time, I will buy the ring for 70 coins. 70 coins. The young man laughed happily, thanked the jeweler and rushed back at full gallop. Sit down here, said the old man after listening to the young man's lively story. And know this, my son, that you are this very ring, precious and unique, and only a true expert can judge you. So why do you go around the bazaar expecting the first person to do it? The value of life is determined by how much you value yourself.  Found this read on YT this morning and thought I share the transcription with you here. YT link won't post for some reason, but it was read by a a computer generated voice anyway, so I got you the transcript through this tool:  Have a wonderful day everyone, lots of love!
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Quote

Good morning my fellow book lovers. I would like to share a quote this morning from an author I discovered a few years ago through this book and then kept reading more and more, although it was not ususally the type of books I read.  Haruki Murakami is a Japanese writer. His novels, essays, and short stories have been bestsellers in Japan and internationally. His work has been translated into 50 languages and has sold millions of copies outside Japan. He has received numerous awards for his work, including the Gunzou Prize for New Writers, the World Fantasy Award, the Frank O'Connor International Short Story Award, the Franz Kafka Prize, and the Jerusalem Prize. His fiction has polarized literary critics and the reading public. He has sometimes been criticised by Japan's literary establishment as un-Japanese, leading to Murakami's recalling that he was a "black sheep in the Japanese literary world". This is not THE reason, but one of the reason I like this writer and especially this quote. :-) Norwegian Wood was hugely popular with Japanese youth and made Murakami something of a superstar in his native country (apparently much to his dismay at the time) A film adaptation with the same title was released in 2010, directed by Tran Anh Hung. @shujaat1@bbs - do you know that film? From wiki:  The novel is a nostalgic story of loss and burgeoning sexuality. It is told from the first-person perspective of Toru Watanabe, who looks back on his days as a college student living in Tokyo.Through Watanabe's reminiscences, readers see him develop relationships with two very different women—the beautiful yet emotionally troubled Naoko, and the outgoing, lively Midori. This novel is set in late 1960s Tokyo during a period when Japanese students, like those of many other nations, were protesting against the established order. While it serves as the backdrop against which the events of the novel unfold, Murakami (through the eyes of Watanabe and Midori) portrays the student movement as largely weak-willed and hypocritical. I hope that we all find books that get us out of the box of what everyone else is thinking :-) Have a great day!
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This book I am reading today

I had downloaded this some time ago and yesterday while decluttering my PC it fell into my view and I was compelled to start reading it.  Edit: just read this powerful bit:  " There are more fake gurus and false teachers in this world than the number of stars in the visible universe. Don’t confuse power-driven, selfcentered people with true mentors. A genuine spiritual master will not direct your attention to himself or herself and will not expect absolute obedience or utter admiration from you, but instead will help you to appreciate and admire your inner self. True mentors are as transparent as glass. They let the Light of God pass through them.” Shafak will challenge Paulo Coelho's dominance. With its timely, thought-provoking message . . . The Forty Rules of Love deserves to be a global publishing phenomenon ― Independent Shafak's novel The Forty Rules of Love (Aşk in Turkish) became a bestseller in Turkey, on its release it sold more than 200,000 copies by 2009, surpassing a previous record of 120,000 copies set by Orhan Pamuk's The New Life. In France, it was awarded a Prix ALEF* – Mention Spéciale Littérature Etrangère It was also nominated for the 2012 International IMPAC Dublin Literary Award. In 2019, it was listed by the BBC as one of the 100 "most inspiring" novels and one of the "100 novels that shaped our world". About the Author Elif Shafak is an award-winning British-Turkish novelist and the most widely read female author in Turkey. She writes in both Turkish and English, and has published seventeen books, eleven of which are novels. Her work has been translated into fifty languages. Shafak holds a PhD in political science and she has taught at various universities in Turkey, the US and the UK, including St Anne's College, Oxford University, where she is an honorary fellow. She is a member of World Economic Forum Global Agenda Council on Creative Economy and a founding member of the European Council on Foreign Relations (ECFR). An advocate for women's rights, LGBT rights and freedom of speech, Shafak is an inspiring public speaker and twice a TED global speaker, each time receiving a standing ovation. Shafak contributes to many major publications around the world and she has been awarded the title of Chevalier des Arts et des Lettres. In 2017 she was chosen by Politico as one of the twelve people who would make the world better. She has judged numerous literary prizes and is chairing the Wellcome Prize 2019. Find out more about Elif Shafak on her website: www.elifshafak.com When I read the about the authors WEF connection I was not sure if I would still want to read it, but I will. I love Rumi. And this came to me, so open heart, and open eyes and open ears it will be for me 
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Did we lose our focus or was it stolen?

NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER - Our ability to pay attention is collapsing. From the New York Times bestselling author of Chasing the Scream and Lost Connections comes a groundbreaking examination of why this is happening--and how to get our attention back. "The book the world needs in order to win the war on distraction."--Adam Grant, author of Think Again  I came across an interesting article in the Guardian which caught my eye throught the pocket collection shortlist today, which led me to recommend the above listed book. In the United States, teenagers can focus on one task for only sixty-five seconds at a time, and office workers average only three minutes. Like so many of us, Johann Hari was finding that constantly switching from device to device and tab to tab was a diminishing and depressing way to live. He tried all sorts of self-help solutions--even abandoning his phone for three months--but nothing seemed to work. So Hari went on an epic journey across the world to interview the leading experts on human attention--and he discovered that everything we think we know about this crisis is wrong. We think our inability to focus is a personal failure to exert enough willpower over our devices. The truth is even more disturbing: our focus has been stolen by powerful external forces that have left us uniquely vulnerable to corporations determined to raid our attention for profit. Hari found that there are twelve deep causes of this crisis, from the decline of mind-wandering to rising pollution, all of which have robbed some of our attention. In Stolen Focus, he introduces readers to Silicon Valley dissidents who learned to hack human attention, and veterinarians who diagnose dogs with ADHD. He explores a favela in Rio de Janeiro where everyone lost their attention in a particularly surreal way, and an office in New Zealand that discovered a remarkable technique to restore workers' productivity. Crucially, Hari learned how we can reclaim our focus--as individuals, and as a society--if we are determined to fight for it. Stolen Focus will transform the debate about attention and finally show us how to get it back. I think, this is such an important topic for us as society and humankind, that we would be well advised to read this.
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