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hello, I’m back but on another blog. message me off anon if you want the link. xoxo
if I accidentally reply to you or something from this profile, I apologize lol. still getting back into the hang of things.
hello, I’m back but on another blog. message me off anon if you want the link. xoxo
here have a bathroom selfie cuz I really don’t wanna go to work tonight 😛
we’ve come so far

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Life update since I never thought I’d make it this far. This is not a brag post, but I really need to remind myself of the good things right now. Things are hard, but if you told me 5 or 10 years ago that things would’ve been true, I wouldn’t have believed you. My blog needs this.
2020 has been hell in a lot of ways, but I have my dream writing job with people I love. I have the sweetest cat on earth. I’ve never been closer to my family members, and I have a brother now. Not only am I in grad school, I am in a program that lets me pursue fantastic questions and read fantastic work, I am studying psychology along with theology so I can do trauma- and mental health-related work, and I am doing it with some of the most wonderful people I’ve ever met. I still spend a good amount of time lying on the floor with music playing, but I’ve added incense to most of those days. I still think about Patrick all the time. Mental illness will always be a component of my life, but I’ve gotten diagnosed and have new doctors, which have made all the difference. I am moving to Seattle next year, so I am soaking up all the socially distanced family time I can.
The last few years have had a lot of betrayal, disappointment, and being dragged through the mud (not all of which has ended).
But long story short, I spent a lot of time not thinking there was light I could chase, and I was wrong.
I don’t think a lot of people really understand that ecosystems in North America were purposefully maintained and altered by Native people.
Like, we used to purposefully set fires in order to clear underbrush in forests, and to inhibit the growth of trees on the prairies. This land hasn’t existed in some primeval state for thousands of years. What Europeans saw when they came here was the result of -work-
the east coast was all mature and maintained food forests. decades if not centuries of nurturing and maintenance. when the british arrived they were amazed that there were paths through the forest just “naturally” lined with berries and edible plants, like a garden of eden. then they tore that shit down to grow wheat. dumbasses
My mom is an ethnobotanist and getting people to understand this is literally her life’s work. A lot of native tribes just had a whole different way of looking at agriculture. Instead of planting orchards in tidy rows near their villages, they went to where the trees were already growing and tended them there. They would girdle trees by stripping the bark in order to stop the spread of disease or thin out badly placed saplings. And they would encourage the companion plants they wanted and weed out the ones they didn’t, so that in the end the whole forest would be productive while remaining an ecosystem and not a monoculture. It is still agriculture, but it is a form of agriculture that is so much gentler on the landscape that, as OP says, the European settlers could not recognize what they were seeing. To them the natives must have seemed to magically live in abundance while they starved. They did do controlled burns, but so-called slash and burn agriculture was never a primary farming strategy in North America. They were just way more subtle than that. They also made the amazing Mississippian mound structures so it’s not like they couldn’t do dramatic reshapings of the landscape when they wanted: but they changed their minds about that, walking away from Cahokia and the dense, farming-supported urban structure they had build there in the 13th century, well before any European contact. My mom says it wasn’t a collapse, it wasn’t a war, it wasn’t a natural disaster; the farmers in Cahokia just voted with their feet. They just gradually left, dispersing in different directions but generally not very far, and it was probably because they’d gotten tired of men’s bullshit. See, agriculture was a female domain in pretty much all the native American cultures. The specifics differed by tribe, but often they had gender-specific age-grade societies: for example, the Hidatsa Goose Society was composed of married women of childbearing age. Not only did they physically plant the fields, they also had responsibility for conducting the social and ritual events around ensuring the harvest. This included things like digging the storage pits, and organizing feasts in order to bring the whole community together to plant plots for families who were suffering illness or disability, and could not do it themselves. So, as Cahokia urbanized (at its “height” it was a population center of between 10,200 and 15,300 people), it is very likely that the traditional, informal systems of land use-right allocations–again, always the women’s domain–became stressed by top down political pressures from the rulers (who were men). And as my mom puts it in her book Feeding Cahokia: “If rights to land ever became highly restricted as a result of a top-down, centralized process of allocation, the likelihood of poorly informed and unfair decision making is extremely high.” So basically, the farmers took their families and they moved away. Not all at once, no mass exodus, just…gradually, they decided that they’d tried doing things the urban way, and they didn’t like it. They went back to living in smaller villages sustained, not by intensive farming, but by more garden-style plots and the traditional, sophisticated management of “wild” lands that they had never stopped practicing. It takes a shift in thinking to recognize that was a deliberate choice on their part. Not a failure: Cahokia never collapsed, not dramatically–it just gradually wound down. They were perfectly capable of feeding themselves and they did for well more than a century. They went back to the old way because they liked it better.
And again, different tribes had different specific ways of doing it, but farming was always the women’s domain–and there are also important spiritual figures who occur under different names in different tribes. One of these is Grandmother/Old Woman Who Never Dies: giver of all plant food, protector of children, bringer of summer, and rejuvenator of living and dying things. I’m just gonna end by dropping this passage from my mom’s book because it’s amazing: “I think it likely that the female flint-clay statues from BBB Motor and Sponemann represent an Earth Mother personage in a manifestation known to all early Cahokians, and that their Woodland ancestors had sought her powers and favors for centuries preceding the Mississippian period, just as Siouan speakers continued to protect her sacred bundles and conduct rituals focused around them long after Cahokia was abandoned. She never died. Several years ago, I accompanied a traditional Hidatsa farmer named Amy Mossett from New Town, North Dakota, to the Cahokia Mounds Interpretive Center [in Illinois]. When we came to the display case containing a cast reproduction of the Birger figurine, Mossett froze, took a step backward, put her hand on her chest, and said, ‘That’s Grandmother. And the snake is her husband.’“
“By 1492 Indian activity throughout the Americas had modified forest extent and composition, created and expanded grasslands, and rearranged microrelief via countless artificial earthworks. Agricultural fields were common, as were houses and towns and roads and trails. All of these had local impacts on soil, microclimate, hydrology, and wildlife.”
William M. Denevan, The Pristine Myth: The Landscape of the Americas in 1492 http://jan.ucc.nau.edu/~alcoze/for398/class/pristinemyth.html
Reblogging because I live ten minutes from the Mounds and it’s a fascinating Native history everybody’s sleeping on where Cahokia is concerned
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“she’s seeing Ryan,” his best friend said.
it didn’t feel predatory or like he was trying to claim anything. he just knew my brain was spacing - I was taken aback - so he stood up for me.

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Is president shoe laces a thing?
I saw a girl in Starbucks today with rainbow laces so I told her and she said she got them from the president and I’m so confused
The ancient words.
Have.
Been.
Spoken!
Jesus fucking Christ its actually 2012 again
this angel
A circle of crystal cylinders that create a protective shield when you sing to them.
Tumblr has BTE (big thanos energy) cause they killed half the userbase and didnt solve any problems at all

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In honor of the upcoming Artemis Fowl movie, time for an embarrassing homeschooler story.
When I was... too old? 15? 16? my southern Baptist grandmother scolded me for saying "d'arvit."
Carry on.
After I took these photos, she fell asleep. By now, soft snore squeaks have given way to contented silence.