Havens By Gillian George There are spaces, places, forests and fields, streams and trails, where our masks and shields can be laid down, where the only condition of welcome is presence These havens come in many formssome are labeled “holy” and soft gazes are paired with warm embracesbecause we are wholly human together. Some havens are found beneath a 

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Havens

We Are Each Others’ Relief

by Gíllian George We live in hard times and often we hope for some outside force to come and save us SAVE US Save us from the harshness, the hardness, the fear, the pain, the sorrow, the tyrants who plunder, the friends and family who push us away in their fear whose…

Trans-forming

by Gillian George I am trans-forming as we speak embracing the feminine mind in this masculine body, growing, changing, and dancing the turning of the years. Transformation and change never cease, even the dead decay and change from the organized dust of humanity to the unorganized…

For those grieving the lives lost to government brutality.

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We're all the way up in Yellowknife, so had some nice, clear, viewing.

Aurora hunting.

Trans Day of Remembrance Grounding There are so many things around us trying to distract our focus, to pull us away from the truth of who we are. Before we read the list of names let’s take some time to be present, to prepare ourselves, to breathe. Take a moment to get into a comfortable standing or seated position. Feel the ground beneath your feet. Feel the air flowing around us, connecting us to each other and the cycles of nature.

Trans Day of Remembrance Grounding

There are so many things around us trying to distract our focus, to pull us away from the truth of who we are. Before we read the list of names let’s take some time to be present, to prepare ourselves, to breathe. Take a moment to get into a comfortable standing…

No kidding

F--- do I feel this too.

I almost put out my candle of truth that edge came and my light teetered on the brink, almost dropping into the final abyss There are many things around us trying to put out or convince us to put out our candles of truth and it is time to join these dim and flickering candles together and light the bonfire of truth. The bonfire of truth only lights when we abandon isolation and gather our truths together to burn the dark logs of falsehood, those logs of lies supporting the engines of destruction our society depends on for life but kill us ever so slowly. Let us gather our truths together and burn all lies

The Candle of Truth Burns Dim

It was great to hang and chat.

May your day be as filled with joy as Oreo has had annihilating her Cthulhu squirrel toy.

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I feel pretty blessed to attend a Quaker church that welcomes me as the queerdo I am.