¡Rules for Controversy?

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Conflict is both a normal and expected ingredient in any relationship that brings people together and engages them at the level of their significant values and needs.

It is more often a sign of a relationship/community's health than it is a symptom of a root problem. The presence of conflict among us most often indicates that we are involved in something that we feel to be significant-- significant enough to generate the passion, disturbance, and/or tensions we are feeling/imagining. Thus, it marks a relationship of some force. This energy is meaningful, demonstrative, and can be productive.

Relationships/communities in which there exists nothing important enough to fight about are more likely to die than are groups in which some dissension occurs. Indifference is a greater enemy of solidarity and love than conflict.

III.

Hey Mama Wolf- Devendra Banhart


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¡Rules for Controversy?


to be continued.

[the phone rang. ]






the phone rings

let us grow, let us grow!

I.
Avui
[ esperançadorament]
treballaré el teu coset
com es treballa sa terra:
amb amor i fúria.

II.

I was listening to a beautiful song congrats on version 2, guys.

We're gonna reap what we sow...
but grace, we all know,
can take the place of all we owe

so, why not..?
let's forgive everyone
everywhere
everything
all the time

everyone
everywhere
everything
all the time

everyone
everywhere

everything
all the time.

For once, I took a post off of private.

To Listen

There Was An Owl

There was an owl
who lived in an oak.
The more he heard,
the less he spoke;
the less he spoke,
the more he heard-
We all should be
like that wise old bird.

2009? United States?

After having deleted my old blog, I feel somehow compelled to write in a new one. I am sure most of the entries will be private.

Let's start with a picture, song, purpose, and rant.



I. picture

II.

emmy the great- where is my mind (pixies cover)

III.

a trilingual celebració
a place to be obvious
and sheepish
a safe place for weak verbs
and hard heads

IV.

Estic pensant mes i mes en ángles. Menys i menys en castellá...i menys en catalá . Aquesta llengua..que no sigui meu...que no puc ni escruire...está morint en el meu cor. Trist? a mem...