I Mourn Broken Walls That I Have Never Seen,

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Edward Steichen was taken by the beauty of delphiniums and hybridized many new varieties at his Connecticut farm. This photo is from the 1940s.

If it gets awkward, let it be awkward. That awkwardness is something they created. You don’t owe anyone a performance of being okay when you are not feeling okay so that they can feel better about themselves. Jennifer Peepas

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We've shared links to plenty of evidence documenting all this before.

But the human brain is a funny thing. Humans haven't spent most of their time on this planet learning and sharing knowledge via the careful measuring, collection and evaluation of facts and evidence. What we need is a story.

The above video tells the story, plain and simple. Some people will tune it out: it's no fun hearing you've been lied to. But for others, hopefully, it'll be an eye-opener.

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Took my tiny child with me to the Halloween store. Walked in and immediately realized it would be a terrible mistake.

They had those jumpscare machine things everywhere, lots of spooky noise machines, scary looking animatronic things, crazy decorations, just the whole 9 yards and then some. I immediately went to turn around and leave when I heard a noise coming from my arms.

My one year old child who gets scared if we cough…. was laughing.

She makes this precious “eee!” sound and starts vibrating when she sees something she really likes, usually an animal or a balloon, and she points right at the big zombie thing by the door and does that. I carry her in past a huge 10 ft tall Pennywise inflatable, and she smacks me to tell me to stop so she can look. She ponders him for a moment, and his glowing light-up eyes, then points at his hand and shouts “BEEM!” Which is her word for “balloon.” She made us stand there under Pennywise for at least 3 minutes, which is a really long time for a one-year-old.

Then, she begs to get down, so I let her loose and she just books it all over the store. Finds the creepy demonic looking babies and shouts “BABY!” then gets this confused look on her face and tries to wipe the “dirt” off their faces. Decides it’s not worth it, goes and picks up a severed hand decoration, hands it to me and says “hand.” Yes, my dear, it is a hand. And yes, that severed foot has “toes,” you’re very right.

Finds the wigs, runs down the aisle shouting “hair! hair!” and grabbing her own sparse little headfuzz so hard I think she’s going to rip it all out. Then she found the speaker in the wall that was blaring Monster Mash and she demanded I pick her up so we could “DANSSSE”. But she got distracted by the big spider decorations, which she christened as dogs by running toward them and barking.

She ran up and down the aisles of costumes touching the fabric and making her little “tss tss tss” giggle that she does when she’s having Much Too Good a Time. Every so often she’d stop, look back to make sure I was there, and point at something and vibrate with her aggressive “EEEE!”

A man turned a corner wearing one of the creepy latex masks. He immediately started apologizing to me, saying “I’m so sorry, I’m looking for my friend, I don’t want to scare her.” Meanwhile my child is standing there looking up at him with the most confused look on her face. Not scared, just confused, like he is so dumb and she can’t figure out why he would want to make that stupid face for so long. But he rounds another corner all hunched over, she flaps her arms and sighs, and takes off to go scream at the creepy lawn decorations.

When it was time to go, nothing could convince her to come to me willingly, so I had to promise her one last look at the balloon man while I picked her up against her will. Pennywise placated her, and we left the store with a smile on her chubby little cheeks. She demanded we wait and watch the big inflatable-flailing-arm-tube-man out front, the one that was bright orange and had a jack-o-lantern face, and she bounced and wiggled and danced in my arms despite its fan being louder than the loud motorcycles that scare her on our walks. She waved bye-bye to it as we left for the car.

Basically, that was the cutest thing that’s ever happened to me in my life, and it’s so crazy how so many things are culturally taught and kids are just… immune to that. All she saw was bright colors and things she recognized and could name, in a place she could explore and touch. She has no concept of clowns being scary or zombies being A Thing or what constitutes “creepy” and “spooky” and “gross.” To her, a severed arm with gore hanging out the end doesn’t represent pain or violence, it’s just “arm,” and it’s got some weird stuff on the end that’s funny colors. They’re just things, there’s no context for it.

The world is weird and beautiful and it’s so cool to see it through the eyes of someone who is so New to this planet and hasn’t been influenced by society and culture yet.

& I fed you milk till you fell asleep

As I always do, I kiss your warm head

as a tiny little sigh slowly whispered

The final breath of relief from today

into

A

mesmeric

state

My dear

& I tell you I love you

I always end up nuzzled up with you for just a bit longer

I think to myself

I will give my best self to her every day, every hour

That even these moments while she’s a baby

I can clearly see how having no distractions

is the key to a happy healthy loving family life

Days are not always the easiest and challenges await one day but

“I’m too happy right here”

So I write about it after I put her to bed

I can’t help to cry hallelujah

thank you lord.

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And more poems for Phoebe to come

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Maxfield Parrish

“𝖨𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖲𝖺𝗇 𝖩𝗎𝖺𝗇 𝖬𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖢𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗈, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝟦𝟦-𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖳𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖬𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖥𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗅 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗌 𝗆𝗒𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌, 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗂.

𝖠𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌-𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌, 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗌; 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗋𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗌𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗌.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖬𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖲𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗇 𝖾𝗅𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗂."

sources: meteoriitta & anniecollinge 🍄‍🟫