#speaking tree

— Speaking Tree, Joy Harjo

I cannot walk through all realms— I carry a yearning I cannot bear alone in the dark—

What shall I do with all this heartache?

Personally? I don’t like the ship art, but do I go harass the people making it? Nope, I block the tags and the person and move on.

This is a relatively small and quite young fandom, this shit happens. There’s gonna be people you don’t agree with. There’s gonna be nasty people. But that doesn’t give you the right to harass them.

And suicide baiting is wrong. No matter what it’s about. I don’t care if you’re sending it to the nastiest person ever- if you stoop to the level of telling someone to kill themself, then you aren’t mature enough to be on this website.

Most of the people in this fandom are minors, from what I’ve seen. I’ve been on this website long enough to know that young creators in a fandom often make iffy choices in content because they haven’t realized the harm it may present.

So what do you do if you see content you don’t like? Block the creator, blacklist the tag, and move on. You can’t convince a person to stop doing something by berating them, it’ll just harden their position.

I had a beautiful dream I was dancing with a tree.

                                                                  —Sandra Cisneros

Some things on this earth are unspeakable: Genealogy of the broken— A shy wind threading leaves after a massacre, Or the smell of coffee and no one there—

Some humans say trees are not sentient beings, But they do not understand poetry—

Nor can they hear the singing of trees when they are fed by Wind, or water music— Or hear their cries of anguish when they are broken and bereft—

Now I am a woman longing to be a tree, planted in a moist, dark earth Between sunrise and sunset—

I cannot walk through all realms— I carry a yearning I cannot bear alone in the dark—

What shall I do with all this heartache?

The deepest-rooted dream of a tree is to walk Even just a little ways, from the place next to the doorway— To the edge of the river of life, and drink—

I have heard trees talking, long after the sun has gone down:

Imagine what would it be like to dance close together In this land of water and knowledge. . .

To drink deep what is undrinkable.

Nor can they hear the singing of trees when they are fed by Wind, or water music-- Or hear their cries of anguish when they are broken and bereft--

It’s the month of gratitude, The group had decided to work on one area of their life each day. say a prayer a gratitude for different things in their lives. Today they were to identify the three people who made a difference in their lives and list 5 good things about them. well, that was actually quite easy she thought. She began with her list Right on top was her mother and okay what was that…

- Ullhas pagey