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"Physical matter is music solidified" - Pythagoras
Above is a diagram of the harmonic series... Below is a photo of a shell.…
The depths of our desires Often hidden beneath the surface We yearn for more, but something tires And we find ourselves in a state of malaise
We are taught to be good To follow the rules and conform To fit into the mold as we should But in the process, we lose sight of the norm
We forget that we have a voice That we can speak up and make a choice We repress our wants and needs Until our spirit withers and bleeds
Depression becomes our constant companion A reward for being "good" and compliant But we deserve more than this stagnant canyon We deserve a life that is vibrant
We must learn to ask for what we desire To clarify our wants and set them afire Only then can we break free from the mold And live a life that is truly bold
So let us be brave and speak our truth To ourselves and to those around us Let us break free from the guise of youth And embrace the life that we truly lust.
Today we’ll learn about Baamewaawaagizhigokwe, or “Woman of the Sound the Stars Make Rushing Through the Sky,” or Jane Johnston Schoolcraft. Many historians consider her the first known Native American English literary writer.
Jane Johnston Schoolcraft was born in 1800 in Sault Ste. Marie in what is now Michigan. Her mother, who was Ojibwe, was an important political leader and her father, who was Scottish-Irish, was a fur trapper. They were important leaders in the local Ojibwa and Euro-American communities.
Jane learned the Ojibwe language & culture from her mother & had access to her father’s English library, where she learned about written English literature. She wrote her own works in both languages and translated Ojibwa works into English, likely being the first person to do so.
In 1823, she married Henry Rowe Schoolcraft, also a writer, and US Indian Agent in the Michigan Territory for some time. They had four children together. Her writing, which was mostly private, included a homemade literary magazine circulated only between herself & her husband.
Even though she was born much later, her life contained multiple parallels to Schuyler’s with her father working in the fur trade industry as Schuyler once did, and her husband serving as a US Indian Agent, similar to Schuyler’s position of Commissioner for Indian Affairs.
She died in 1842, after experiencing frequent bouts of illness for several years. Today, she is recognized as a poet, translator, and storyteller. Her poems have been published in both Ojibwe and English, with some set to music.
You can read her poem, “To the Pine Tree,” translated by Maragret Noodin, here:
Zhingwaak! Zhingwaak! Ingii-ikid, – Pine! Pine! I said, Weshki waabamag zhingwaak – The one I see, the pine Dagoshinaan neyab, endanakiiyaan. – I return back, to my homeland. Zhingwaak, zhingwaak nos sa! – The pine, the pine my father!
Azhigwa gidatisaanan – Already you are colored Gaagige wezhaawashkozid. – Forever you are green Mii sa naa azhigwa dagoshinaang – So we already have arrived Bizindamig ikeyaamban – Listen in that direction
Geget sa, niminwendam – Certainly I am happy Miinwaa, waabandamaan – And I see Gii-ayaad awiiya waabandamaan niin – He was there I saw it myself Zhingwaak, zhingwaak nos sa! – The pine, the pine my father! Azhigwa gidatisaanan. – Already you are colored.
Gaawiin gego, gaa-waabanda’iyan – Nothing, you did show me Dibishkoo, ezhi-naagwasiinoon – Like that, the way it looks Zhingwaak wezhaawashkozid – Pine he is green. Wiin eta gwanaajiwi wi – He is beautiful Gaagige wezhaawashkozid. – Forever he is the green one.
(Image: undated image of Jane Johnston Schoolcraft)
“The strength of a woman is not measured by the impact that all her hardships in life have had on her; but the strength of a woman is measured by the extent of her refusal to allow those hardships to dictate her and who she becomes.” C. JoyBell C.
Avram Arkhipov
@MissAdventurous you are the queen of quotes!!
Thank you @matt462 I do try to put a little bit of everything in 🥰🥰
Turns out that most things are only MOSTLY herbivores.
Ever wonder why in Western culture horses are generally not eaten? The answer might be surprising.
Horse meat has been a regular part of the human diet since prehistoric times. In fact, humans in the New World ate horses into extinction. Horses are still part of the diets of many cultures, but in most of the Western world today not only is horse meat not eaten, but doing so is considered disgusting (yes, I know about France. I’m coming to it).
So how and why did horse meat go off the menu? Nowadays we think of horses as pets, and we don’t eat our pets, so that would seem a logical answer. But treating horses as pets is a very recent occurrence. For all the rest of human history horses were either wild animals or were domesticated as draft animals or for transportation. Oxen and cattle served similar purposes and humans ate them with gusto. So why not horses?
The answer goes back to the year 732, when Pope Gregory III issued a papal decree banning Christians from eating horse meat. His decree was in reaction to the pagan practice of eating horse meat as part of some of their religious ceremonies, so that the ban was intended to keep new converts from slipping back into their pagan ways. The papal decree was extraordinary because, unlike most religions, Christianity generally permits its followers to eat anything they wish. But once the ban was in place, horse began to disappear from among the foods eaten in Christendom, and so it has remained.
So why do the French still eat horse meat? Horses returned to the French diet during the French Revolution, when the revolutionaries were not only gleefully disregarding all church teaching, but also thought it just to kill and eat horses, which were generally only owned by the wealthy.
Of course, nowadays any aversion we have to eating horses has nothing to do with papal decrees or pagan rituals—it’s just a taboo that has become part of our culture. That’s a lucky break for horses, of course. If not for Pope Gregory we might well be fattening horses in feedlots and grinding them into fast food burgers, as we do with cattle.
The painting of a “Meat Stall” is from 1551 by the Flemish artist Pieter Aertsen. It is part of the permanent collection in the North Carolina Museum of Art in Raleigh. Notice the absence of any horse meat.
I’m suspicious of those sausages! 🤔
@Lisa123 I love that!! 😈🌹
@MissAdventurous So vibe with the text over talk one! Saved the site to check out, thank you!
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