Today I started my Gaelic studies in the catagory of an fhælsúnaht or Philosphy. I'm going to start with this as the core topic and also include religion, history, and mysticism.
Today, I studied vocabulary based on the soul or anam.
Sunday, 27 November 2016
Gender
There're tons of sources that can describe this issue better than I can but I still feel the need to express :
I've always been annoyed by most conversations about the classification of gender. The largest point is that the male aspect is outward while female is inward and I have a hard time applying this to topics like birth. I feel that if someone is going to promote male classification holding "intelligence, live, virility, energy", etc, then I suggest a different "dynamic" :
Simply that it can be seen that the "feminine" classification can hold both a gathering aspect, in attracting materials, a creative forming force, and an outward force, as birth. If a male chromosome could be used as a symbol for a fraction of the female classification, as the male Y chromosome is like a fractional counterpart to the complete X chromosome.
The classification changes based on your view, especially when you don't see a female as synonymous with a vagina. The following classifications of "death", "darkness", "unknown", etc. only paints the picture of someone's fractional point of view and not a valid system. It's someone indirectly telling you how they view females.
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- mechanics terminology : male/female plugs/sockets
I've always been annoyed by most conversations about the classification of gender. The largest point is that the male aspect is outward while female is inward and I have a hard time applying this to topics like birth. I feel that if someone is going to promote male classification holding "intelligence, live, virility, energy", etc, then I suggest a different "dynamic" :
Simply that it can be seen that the "feminine" classification can hold both a gathering aspect, in attracting materials, a creative forming force, and an outward force, as birth. If a male chromosome could be used as a symbol for a fraction of the female classification, as the male Y chromosome is like a fractional counterpart to the complete X chromosome.
The classification changes based on your view, especially when you don't see a female as synonymous with a vagina. The following classifications of "death", "darkness", "unknown", etc. only paints the picture of someone's fractional point of view and not a valid system. It's someone indirectly telling you how they view females.
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- mechanics terminology : male/female plugs/sockets
Saturday, 26 November 2016
Tagann an Té Naofa
Tagann an Té Naofa. Níh é na nDéiþe aq té réaltahta a þagann siad sa Beiþ.
The old paths are joining, weaving into familiar cords, new wood or different natures, twisting to carry the path through towards the future.
The old paths are joining, weaving into familiar cords, new wood or different natures, twisting to carry the path through towards the future.
I mo ðujsæht
My family is currently away from me. After a three year period together in the same city, my mother, sister, and brother all now live east, west, and south of me - one in a different country, the other two in different provinces.
Since I moved out in my late teens/early 20s, I've been away from family, so it isn't so strange to be apart like this, I guess.
A barrier is necessary for continuation. My own expression has gone barren, even though I can feel the richness of soil underneath, nothing springs up. A layer has been inactive : just below the surface, the soils shift and new plants are planned. This barrier of stone must be enriched to produce a new growth - I need the darkness and coolness of the soil before launching into the air and the light.
Since becoming public with my art, I've sunk beneath a hidden layer once again. This blog will be a step in cultivating the grounds that I wish to stand on again.
Since I moved out in my late teens/early 20s, I've been away from family, so it isn't so strange to be apart like this, I guess.
A barrier is necessary for continuation. My own expression has gone barren, even though I can feel the richness of soil underneath, nothing springs up. A layer has been inactive : just below the surface, the soils shift and new plants are planned. This barrier of stone must be enriched to produce a new growth - I need the darkness and coolness of the soil before launching into the air and the light.
Since becoming public with my art, I've sunk beneath a hidden layer once again. This blog will be a step in cultivating the grounds that I wish to stand on again.
Friday, 25 November 2016
Friday Night
After looking for blogging/journaling platforms, I came back to Blogger. I was wanting a basic, [somewhat] anonymous blog, where I could write in an audience mindset, without everyone I personally know reading. Or being too conscious of what I was writing being directly attributed to me.
I felt trapped in my own home tonight. I don't intend to explain why exactly, just how. To give a voice to the part of me that expects freedom. To continue a sense of being, apart from the things I need to be at any given time. Free time. A part of my life that is more self-directed.
I downloaded an IRC application recently, to re-connect with an old internet social place that I had connected to as a teenager, living in a smaller town. Re-discovering now that the network has become like a bit of a ghost-town. The ability to type in almost any topic and find a host of people chatting with each other. I'm not even sure what kind of users log into the network now. In any case, I've found myself typing to myself in a blog.
Instead of writing, I had been wrestling with the decision of a platform. I should get to bed as not to waste my day tomorrow. Day of FREEDOM!! :) We'll see. At least it starts with a mystery.
I felt trapped in my own home tonight. I don't intend to explain why exactly, just how. To give a voice to the part of me that expects freedom. To continue a sense of being, apart from the things I need to be at any given time. Free time. A part of my life that is more self-directed.
I downloaded an IRC application recently, to re-connect with an old internet social place that I had connected to as a teenager, living in a smaller town. Re-discovering now that the network has become like a bit of a ghost-town. The ability to type in almost any topic and find a host of people chatting with each other. I'm not even sure what kind of users log into the network now. In any case, I've found myself typing to myself in a blog.
Instead of writing, I had been wrestling with the decision of a platform. I should get to bed as not to waste my day tomorrow. Day of FREEDOM!! :) We'll see. At least it starts with a mystery.
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