Clementine
Sarah Jaffe
“Clementine (Alternative Version)” by Sarah Jaffe
December 2011
63 posts
November 2011
64 posts
shopping
- Me: Remind me about the thing I said i might get for tim... Which kind? (I'm writing in code in case he has your phone.)
- Tim: Hey this is your sister, I just have Tim's phone right now. Munchkin would be a great gift!
- Me: Lol you don't fool me, timelord!
- Tim: No, really. This message will now self-destruct.
- TIm: Hey, this is actually Tim. I don't know what Melissa was doing with my phone, but it was surely just to throw you off the scent of her secret pregnancy.
- Me: Just know that (a) my spies are everywhere and (b) you're both getting socks.
- Tim: Even some of the trees and animals are on your side.
- Me: ROFL
being thankful
Aside from the long night drive, today has been excellent. I’m going to bed in a little while with a list of Important Things to ponder and for which I can practice a little thanksgiving, wonder, intercession, and emotion. My belly is full of no-nonsense holiday staples and I’ve finally washed the roadtrip grime from my body. (This particular trip included spilled coffee, peeling a grapefruit while driving, crunchy granola bars that exploded into crumbs, and body-swabs of four gas stations. Not nice to think about, but oh so nice to see heading down the drain.) My friend finished a marathon labor with the successful delivery of her first child this morning. The people I care about in the world all seem to be safe and happy — and a handful of them are within earshot.
The doves are lined up along the powerline outside, thinking. My mother’s dishwasher is on the heat cycle, humming across the kitchen to the washing machine, which is chattering back. They sky has gone from blue to blacker blue.
Ten o’clock in the evening is a lovely time to be alive.
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new joy! hope your day is terrific.
Monster #438 — How to draw a monster – →
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How did I miss the monster-a-day blog when it was a “thing?” Good thing Voz left instructions for all us latecomers…
Little House on the Prison Farm: Scars and Texture →
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I came across this quoted on a BPD support website I’ve been frequenting. Lovely stuff!
How to have confidence in your own skin
By Jeannette Walls
I have these big old nasty scars on my torso. I was burned while trying to cook for myself at age three because no one else would, and for a…
“It is one of the blessings of old friends that you that you can afford to be stupid with them.”
—Ralph Waldo Emerson (via tobeginwhereiam)
“But when a saga popular with pre-adolescent girls peaks romantically on a night that leaves the heroine to wake up covered with bruises in the shape of her husband’s hands — and when that heroine then spends the morning explaining to her husband that she’s incredibly happy even though he injured her, and that it’s not his fault because she understands he couldn’t help it in light of the depth of his passion — that’s profoundly irresponsible.”
—NPR’s Linda Holmes reviews Twilight Breaking Dawn, Pt. 1 (via diandrabird)
“Most of us have experienced a long day’s work and the reward of hard-earned exhaustion. We sink into a bed grateful for our soft pillows and the promise of a sweet night’s sleep. That is one kind of tired. The kind of tired that results from having a trauma exposure response is a bone-tired, soul-tired, heart-tired kind of exhaustion — your body is tired, your mind is tired, your spirit is tired, your people are tired. You can’t remember a time when you weren’t tired.”
—van Dernoot Lipsky, L. (2009.) Trauma Stewardship.
“If all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail.”
—Abraham Maslow, The Psychology Of Science (via themattsmith)
“From our point of view, the most exciting thing would be if we discovered something really fundamental in our understanding was just off a bit — and that now we have a chance to revisit it. That would be our favorite thing, if we could take a whole new crack at the problem — and a new way of understanding it. In physics, it seems like whenever we get a completely new understanding … it somehow subsumes the previous understandings and it … adds an extra level of sophistication.”
—Saul Perlmutter, on his (shared) discovery that the universe’s expansion is speeding up and not slowing down, as previously thought. (via nprfreshair)
“Then, still at a walking pace, he went Northward till the cottage, the one tree, the donkey’s stable, and the creek — everything, in fact, that Shasta had ever known — had sunk out of sight in the grey summer-night darkness. They had been going uphill and now were at the top of the ridge — that ridge which had always been the boundary of Shasta’s known world. He could not see what was ahead except that it was all open and grassy. It looked endless: wild and lonely and free.”
—C.S. Lewis (1954.) The Horse and His Boy.
They'll Never Take The Good Years
Don’t put your faith in my heart
I will only let you down
Don’t let your love grow too deep
I don’t think I’ll be around
There is a curse in my bones
That’ll breathe and fly again
Until when we both are ghosts
I will miss you like a friend
But they’ll never take the good years
There are some that never pass
No, they’ll never take the good years
God, I wish I would’ve learned
Don’t be afraid to move on
You were meant to bear a child
And don’t look for me when you’re gone
It’ll only hurt a while
They’ll never take the good years
There are some that never burn
No, they’ll never take the good years
God, I wish I would’ve learned
William Fitzsimmons (on The Sparrow And The Crow)
recycled soul: “Remember, I had always wanted, above all things, not to be... →
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Remember, I had always wanted, above all things, not to be ‘interfered with.’ I had wanted (mad wish) ‘to call my soul my own.’ I had been far more anxious to avoid suffering than to achieve delight. I had always aimed at limited liabilities. The supernatural itself had been to me, first, an illicit dram, and then, as by a drunkard’s reaction, nauseous. Even my recent attempt to live my philosophy had secretly (I now know) been hedged round by all sorts of reservations. I had pretty well known that my ideal of virtue would never be allowed to lead me into anything intolerably painful; I would be ‘reasonable.’ But now what had been an ideal became a command; and what might not be expected of one? Doubtless, by definition, God was Reason itself. But would He also be ‘reasonable’ in that other, more comfortable, sense? Not the slightest assurance on that score was offered me. Total surrender, the absolute leap in the dark, were demanded. The reality with which no treaty can be made was upon me. The demand was not even ‘All or nothing.’ I think that stage had been passed, on the bus stop when I unbuckled my armor and the snowman started to melt. Now, the demand was simply ‘All.’
You must picture me alone in that room in Magdalen, night after night, feeling, whenever my mind lifted even for a second from my work, the steady, unrelenting approach of Him whom I so earnestly desired not to meet. That which I greatly feared had at last come upon me. In the Trinity Term of 1929 I gave in, and admitted that God was God, and knelt and prayed: perhaps, that night, the most dejected and reluctant convert in all England. I did not then see what is now the most shining and obvious thing; the Divine humility which will accept a convert even on such terms. The Prodigal Son at least walked home on his own feet. But who can duly adore that Love which will open the high gates to a prodigal who is brought in kicking, struggling, resentful, and darting his eyes in every direction for a chance of escape? The words compelle intrare, compel them to come in, have been so abused by wicked men that we shudder at them; but, properly understood, they plumb the depth of the Divine mercy. The hardness of God is kinder than the softness of men, and His compulsion is our liberation.”C. S. Lewis, from Surprised by Joy
“Stories you read when you’re the right age never quite leave you. You may forget who wrote them or what the story was called. Sometimes you’ll forget precisely what happened, but if a story touches you it will stay with you, haunting the places in your mind that you rarely ever visit.”
—Neil Gaiman (via obliteratedheart)
“A loving heart is the truest wisdom.”
—Charles Dickens
“I find it hard to believe that there’s only an hour and a half between 8:30 and 10. Do you know what I mean?”
—roommate
Preamble to the Social Work Code of Ethics
The primary mission of the social work profession is to enhance human wellbeing and help meet the basic human needs of all people, with particular attention to the needs and empowerment of people who are vulnerable, oppressed, and living in poverty. A historic and defining feature of social work is the profession’s focus on individual wellbeing in a social context and the wellbeing of society. Fundamental to social work is attention to the environmental forces that create, contribute to, and address problems in living.
Social workers promote social justice and social change with and on behalf of clients. “Clients” is used inclusively to refer to individuals, families, groups, organizations, and communities. Social workers are sensitive to cultural and ethnic diversity and strive to end discrimination, oppression, poverty, and other forms of social injustice. These activities may be in the form of direct practice, community organizing, supervision, consultation administration, advocacy, social and political action, policy development and implementation, education, and research and evaluation. Social workers seek to enhance the capacity of people to address their own needs. Social workers also seek to promote the responsiveness of organizations, communities, and other social institutions to individuals’ needs and social problems.
The mission of the social work profession is rooted in a set of core values. These core values, embraced by social workers throughout the profession’s history, are the foundation of social work’s unique purpose and perspective:
* service
* social justice
* dignity and worth of the person
* importance of human relationships
* integrity
* competence.
This constellation of core values reflects what is unique to the social work profession. Core values, and the principles that flow from them, must be balanced within the context and complexity of the human experience.
(Taken from NASW Code of Ethics.)
“Fall seven times; get up eight.”
—Japanese proverb
“Loving-kindness and compassion are the basis for wise, powerful, sometimes gentle, and sometimes fierce actions that can really make a difference — in our own lives and those of others.”
—Sharon Salzberg
