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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>Gypsy, sitting on my moon crescent, looking out over the luminous, quaint world, as if one of many, just mine.</description><title>smiti JAMILA</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @smitijamila)</generator><link>http://smiti.jamilaproductions.com/</link><item><title>"The story goes that Albert Einstein liked to sleep 10 hours a night - unless he was working very..."</title><description>“The story goes that Albert Einstein liked to sleep 10 hours a night - unless he was working very hard on an idea; then it was 11. He claimed that his dreams helped him to invent.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://amolife.com/personality/great-people-sleep-less.html"&gt;Great People Sleep Less?&lt;/a&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://blog.jamilaproductions.com/"&gt;jamilaproductions&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://smiti.jamilaproductions.com/post/17780358533</link><guid>http://smiti.jamilaproductions.com/post/17780358533</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Feb 2012 13:48:14 -0700</pubDate><category>quote</category><dc:creator>jamilaproductions</dc:creator></item><item><title>Saint Valentine</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Turmeric, mint, chili, garlic, oregano, parsley&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Valentine’s Day,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and a funeral for a crow&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Dark clouds threatened but turned peacefully&lt;br/&gt;to leave a blanket of quiet snow&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://smiti.jamilaproductions.com/post/17678738276</link><guid>http://smiti.jamilaproductions.com/post/17678738276</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Feb 2012 16:15:00 -0700</pubDate><category>poem</category><dc:creator>jamilaproductions</dc:creator></item><item><title>"You feel resistance because your body does not know it can make a choice that is not painful."</title><description>“You feel resistance because your body does not know it can make a choice that is not painful.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Carrie of Hot Yoga Downtown, Albuquerque, NM&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://smiti.jamilaproductions.com/post/16438387401</link><guid>http://smiti.jamilaproductions.com/post/16438387401</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jan 2012 18:25:50 -0700</pubDate><category>quote</category><dc:creator>jamilaproductions</dc:creator></item><item><title>If only you dear children had also been reading Gore Vidal at age 15in-between breaks of brewing...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;If only you dear children had also been reading Gore Vidal at age 15&lt;br/&gt;in-between breaks of brewing coffee,&lt;br/&gt;then you might not be so surprised at the turn of events in our world today.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If only you had in your golden youth the propensity to sniff danger in the air,&lt;br/&gt;rather than awkwardly sticking your faces in plastic cups of booze,&lt;br/&gt;and the nether regions of the opposite sex.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If only my cynicism hadn’t grown so strongly.&lt;br/&gt;But, I dare say, no warning of mine could have rattled the Earth.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Our fate was inevitable, either choice of hobby.&lt;br/&gt;Perhaps I would have been better off drinking.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Except:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If I had not already succumbed to the wave of cynicism&lt;br/&gt;after watching optimism, my birth right, die,&lt;br/&gt;I would never have had to fight my way out of it,&lt;br/&gt;nor happen upon the wisdom that is neutrality.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://smiti.jamilaproductions.com/post/14284829836</link><guid>http://smiti.jamilaproductions.com/post/14284829836</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Dec 2011 17:33:00 -0700</pubDate><category>poem</category><dc:creator>jamilaproductions</dc:creator></item><item><title>Thrive: What on Earth Will It Take</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img align="left" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvt71jEkqu1qzszw2.jpg"/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.documentarywire.com/thrive-what-on-earth-will-it-take" target="_blank"&gt;Watch here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This documentary has a lot going for it. Its sources are fantastic. Its research is deep. Its message profound.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It also has a few things going for it that will certainly prevent certain individuals from seriously entertaining it:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(1) &lt;em&gt;A Science Fiction Bent&lt;/em&gt;. Yes, it talks about aliens. It  “goes there.” But it does so with an open mind to all possibilities,  rather than the fanaticism we see on, say, &lt;a href="http://www.history.com/shows/ancient-aliens" target="_blank"&gt;Ancient Aliens&lt;/a&gt;,  which would be entirely inappropriate. Are we so self-centered as a  species that we can’t accept an honest discussion about extraterrestrial  life? Even the Vatican has &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/7399661.stm" target="_blank"&gt;released a statement&lt;/a&gt; condoning a belief in aliens (no doubt in attempt to update the  Catholic Church’s image with a scientific inevitability - their war  against science is a losing battle).&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(2) &lt;em&gt;Cheesy Production&lt;/em&gt;. Its production is certainly  challenging at first. The effects and music are an obvious deliberate  attempt to add drama. But I think the intentions are pure, and we can be  forgiving. I work in a creative industry, and I know from personal  experience how a visual concept, in all its metaphorical and symbolic  glory, can fall flat once executed. To this film’s credit, though, a  sci-fi model &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; work thematically, when we consider the  actual points it makes. After getting over my initial embarrassment  (it’s our own embarrassment at watching something bad that gets us,  right?), I rather liked it. The visuals are entirely effective.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(3) &lt;em&gt;Idealism.&lt;/em&gt; This is the real doozy: The overall message is  perhaps too grand for some to conceptualize, because it deals with a  basic facet of human nature we have yet to reconcile with: whether we  are inherently &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;bad&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In attempting to discover what is wrong with the world, this film  proposes that, if we can conquer these issues, the world that we will  find ourselves in afterward will appear utopian by comparison. This  probably looks like bullshit to many. We are taught to reject idealism  from an early age - pretty much once our beliefs in Santa and the Easter  Bunny are squashed. Darwin tells us that this world is the &lt;em&gt;survival of the fittest&lt;/em&gt;,  and the extension of that is the conclusion that human nature is  inherently not good enough to allow us to coexist peacefully. But we  need to remember that, although Darwin proposed a fantastic new model of  evolution, his model alone is still not enough to fully explain the  origins of man, specifically how our brain has developed. The more bones  we unearth from the ashes of the earth, and the deeper we probe our own  minds, the more perplexing our developmental history truly is. We  aren’t taught these mysteries in grade school. Rather than experiencing  Darwin as the theory it is, factional and vulnerable to criticism, it  tends to be shoved down our throats as final, prevailing proof that God  doesn’t exist and we live in a straight and linear world, one that  doesn’t surprise us. And yet, if we actually took the time to research  our own world more thoroughly, we would find that this world surprises  us again and again, because &lt;em&gt;we know so little about it&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What we do know is this: humans have an immense capacity for positive  and negative emotions. We are just as capable of violence as we are  love and compassion. Or are we? Because it seems to me like love and  compassion are much stronger in most people than their darker sides, and  not because of fear for retaliation; it is a pure and natural desire  for happiness that creates positive emotions and actions. Whatever love  is, it’s VERY real. Philosophers have contemplated whether it evolved as  a mechanism of defense in a cruel world - mothers protect children,  fathers protect families, extended families or villages protect each  other. But this does not explain the compassion we feel for people who  are completely unrelated and perhaps continents away from us; nor does  it explain our compassion for animals, particularly those who,  instinctively, we should fear. (&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Absence-Mind-Dispelling-Inwardness-Lectures/dp/0300145187" target="_blank"&gt;Marilynne Robinson’s &lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Absence-Mind-Dispelling-Inwardness-Lectures/dp/0300145187" target="_blank"&gt;Absence of Mind&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;has  a great section on this topic) While many cynics try to suggest that  without laws and an armed government, the people would crumble into  anarchy and chaos, I only have to look around at my friends, neighbors  and family to admit: No. We would continue functioning without  assaulting, cheating, stealing and generally being bad people, because  we are, inherently, “good people,” people who find happiness in human  relationships that depend on honesty and goodwill. Conditioning is  powerful stuff, but that would imply that all people would be destitute  without the conditioning. We see love, compassion and immense  cooperation amongst remote populations of people all over the world,  many who have had zero contact with the Western world until recently. If  they can cooperate and thrive in such primitive conditions, why can’t  we? Why are we so selfish despite our many comforts?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We encounter examples of human selfishness on a regular basis - we  are taught to believe that, living in Darwin’s world, we can’t escape  our primitive need for “survival,” which has become a loose concept  applying to anything we think we need, since everything can be boiled  down to the basic level reproduction; money, power and all material  things are our vain attempts to impress our mates and build our empires.  Apparently, we are told, ALL humankind has behaved this way for ALL  history. But this is simply not true. Science prefers simple  explanations - the simpler the better. But simpler isn’t always true.  Let’s analyze human behavior on a smaller scale. If it is in our nature  to form a hierarchy, it would occur in all facets of our lives,  including our “private” lives. What we find in looking closely at our  private lives is a nation-wide movement spreading to REJECT such a  hierarchy. What we find are women and homosexuals and interracial  couples fighting for their rights to be not just “equal,” but more  specifically, equal to the “norm” prescribed by our society. We also  find more evidence that the “bad” behavior we see in others is often a  side effect of some sort of mental disease, rather than a healthy dose  of natural violence and aggression. Given the toxic environment we live  in today, I suspect such diseases are proliferating, and that’s not a  comment on human nature; it’s a sign of how unhealthy our planet is. It  is our society - made up of government, media and business - that  prescribes the norm, and it is the people who are fed up of having to  choose between being ostracized or forced into submission. It appears  that we instinctively wish to be equal with our partners, as equal as  possible with our children, and equal with other citizens; we mostly  desire to live in a cooperative way that promotes unlimited growth and  accepts us for the people we truly are, because we know our true natures  are no threat to anyone else. Regardless of what we are taught and what  our stance is on world peace, &lt;em&gt;we intuitively know that if we were allowed to live as we are without restriction or judgment, we wouldn’t hurt others.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If that is what we innately desire, what is stopping us? First of  all, we are mere citizens. We do not make the laws. We vote, but we vote  for preselected candidates in an election we have nothing to do with.  In essence, we have no direct control over how our country is run.  However, in numbers alone, we should, in theory, have the capacity to  topple anything we want. We don’t, because we aren’t able to spread the  message and mobilize enough of us to action. Not because the end goal  doesn’t appeal to the vast majority of us; but because most of us have  been successfully conditioned to believe that it’s not possible. That  it’s ideal. That we as individuals are powerless. And that, in fact, is a  topic discussed in the film - how our education and media train us to  judge and fear anything outside of our status quo. I believe this is an  inherent quality in all people to some degree - fear of the unknown has  helped us to survive, but this fear is so primitive, and so based on a  specific context (life or death) that we can overcome it - we have had  to, in order to develop into such dramatically different beings than our  apparent origins. But if this nature of ours is encouraged, nurtured,  allowed to proliferate during our development, the conditioning can be  difficult to shake.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And that appears to be the case.&lt;em&gt; Ideals are just that - ideals. Ideals are for fools.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Never mind that the major innovators of our history were ridiculed in  their time, just as we ridicule new ideas today. Never mind that the  major social movements in the past century were considered idealistic in  their time, but eventually succeeded.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Never mind that we accept vast changes in power, empires and  lifestyles as the course of history in textbooks we read in school. Just  as WE are on the verge of experiencing ourselves. IF we would accept  that &lt;em&gt;history continues&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://smiti.jamilaproductions.com/post/13850222278</link><guid>http://smiti.jamilaproductions.com/post/13850222278</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Dec 2011 18:04:00 -0700</pubDate><category>essay</category><category>review</category><dc:creator>jamilaproductions</dc:creator></item><item><title>Three days ago was a time for decay
    the furnace of my lungs releasing their toxic load;
    my...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three days ago was a time for decay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;    the furnace of my lungs releasing their toxic load;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;    my senses, dulled by wine, wept to see their fate&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two days ago was a time for resolution&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;    an addictive sleep following a promise laid;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;    rest to seep, faith permeate&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day ago was a time for awakening…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://smiti.jamilaproductions.com/post/13537276558</link><guid>http://smiti.jamilaproductions.com/post/13537276558</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Nov 2011 23:34:31 -0700</pubDate><category>poem</category><dc:creator>jamilaproductions</dc:creator></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lv1zeenDrE1qcjmo8o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://smiti.jamilaproductions.com/post/13151850095</link><guid>http://smiti.jamilaproductions.com/post/13151850095</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Nov 2011 01:25:26 -0700</pubDate><category>reading list</category><dc:creator>jamilaproductions</dc:creator></item><item><title>What is it when I find the mere thought of words so comforting
The thoughts themselves turning...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is it when I find the mere thought of words so comforting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The thoughts themselves turning inside out -&lt;br/&gt;collapsing into observations on language&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Is it a distraction? &lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Is it a measure of control? &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Is it an &lt;em&gt;overthought&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Or is it merely a joy in art -&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;the art of language,&lt;br/&gt;which we take for granted each time we fail to use an adverb,&lt;br/&gt;or apply the wrong punctuation&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;- &lt;em&gt;the mother of all arts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://smiti.jamilaproductions.com/post/13146718166</link><guid>http://smiti.jamilaproductions.com/post/13146718166</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Nov 2011 22:01:43 -0700</pubDate><category>poem</category><dc:creator>jamilaproductions</dc:creator></item><item><title>“I can find no way to paint hands and faces quickly, though I often go to a lot of trouble to...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;“I can find no way to paint hands and faces quickly, though I often go to a lot of trouble to make it look like I can.” —Robert Genn&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hands and faces&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The major platforms of our our souls in this physical world.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Naturally, we find them difficult to emulate.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://smiti.jamilaproductions.com/post/12631286890</link><guid>http://smiti.jamilaproductions.com/post/12631286890</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Nov 2011 22:25:00 -0700</pubDate><category>quote</category><dc:creator>jamilaproductions</dc:creator></item><item><title>They focus on her assetsland, territory, gold, libraries,and the question of her beauty
Though they...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;They focus on her assets&lt;br/&gt;land, territory, gold, libraries,&lt;br/&gt;and the question of her beauty&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Though they will never find an answer&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;They are asking the wrong questions&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Wondering where she is, now&lt;br/&gt;and searching every crypt and sandy crevice&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When she is in fact now thousands of miles away&lt;br/&gt; breathing over a table of contents&lt;br/&gt;and brought to tears by the weight of her past&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://smiti.jamilaproductions.com/post/10875969889</link><guid>http://smiti.jamilaproductions.com/post/10875969889</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Sep 2011 21:55:00 -0600</pubDate><category>poem</category><dc:creator>jamilaproductions</dc:creator></item><item><title>I prefer my coffee in late afternoon</title><description>&lt;p&gt;And wine and hookah, well, anytime&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;But these words come when they come&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and I release them in an exhale&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;barely able to catch my breath&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;as the heart pumps my blood at a ferocity&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;otherwise unknown&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://smiti.jamilaproductions.com/post/10586493826</link><guid>http://smiti.jamilaproductions.com/post/10586493826</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Sep 2011 22:52:02 -0600</pubDate><category>poem</category><dc:creator>jamilaproductions</dc:creator></item><item><title>"Suddenly, as rare things will, it vanished."</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Elizabeth Barrett Browning says.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Each night I awaken from the mist of meaning, and profound words formulate,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and I repeat them,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;but fail to write;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and so,&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;When I awaken each morn,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I resume daily consciousness essentially where I left off before falling asleep,&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;only to realize as rain pours onto my body in the shower,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;that I hit upon something momentous&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;but now forget the words,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;retaining only,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;that feeling&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://smiti.jamilaproductions.com/post/10433920767</link><guid>http://smiti.jamilaproductions.com/post/10433920767</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Sep 2011 22:56:10 -0600</pubDate><category>poem</category><category>quote</category><dc:creator>jamilaproductions</dc:creator></item><item><title>reading list #8</title><description>&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrog9llZaM1qcjmo8o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;reading list #8&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://smiti.jamilaproductions.com/post/10321323175</link><guid>http://smiti.jamilaproductions.com/post/10321323175</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Sep 2011 11:22:33 -0600</pubDate><category>reading list</category><dc:creator>jamilaproductions</dc:creator></item><item><title>"Contempt for the past surely accounts for a consistent failure to consult it."</title><description>“Contempt for the past surely accounts for a consistent failure to consult it.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Marilynne Robinson, &lt;em&gt;Absence of Mind&lt;/em&gt;, p. 29&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://smiti.jamilaproductions.com/post/10321298930</link><guid>http://smiti.jamilaproductions.com/post/10321298930</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Sep 2011 11:21:58 -0600</pubDate><category>quote</category><dc:creator>jamilaproductions</dc:creator></item><item><title>reading list #7</title><description>&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqck1bjXFt1qcjmo8o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;reading list #7&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://smiti.jamilaproductions.com/post/9262551654</link><guid>http://smiti.jamilaproductions.com/post/9262551654</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Aug 2011 14:39:11 -0600</pubDate><category>reading list</category><dc:creator>jamilaproductions</dc:creator></item><item><title>irenemerring asked:  As someone whom I consider a TRUE Goddess, dating back to the ancient  terms of...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://irenemerring.tumblr.com/"&gt;irenemerring&lt;/a&gt; asked:  As someone whom I consider a TRUE Goddess, dating back to the ancient  terms of the word, I wonder, what does being a Goddess mean to you? :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I may have fooled some in my day, but I can’t claim Goddess status; though flattered.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/iaw8hrJJer0r1rzrp5lJBsB0o1_400.jpg" height="270" width="400"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My statue of Artemis&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;em&gt; giving the appearance of being moonlit. (Most likely illuminated by a streetlamp.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Despite worshiping at the alter of Artemis, I had to truly ponder  this question. My brain tends to split on such momentous subjects. We  can approach the concept of Goddess via a variety of pathways, chiefly  Historical, Literary, Mythological and Spiritual. But to choose only one  would be rather limiting. Goddesses encompass all, don’t they?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I can’t, nor do I want, to suggest what being a Goddess has meant to  me in the past - this life or another. My obsessions with Egypt,  Antiquity and the Renaissance speak profusely of my past, which is  perhaps why my answer did not arrive immediately or succinctly; it is  cloudy with memory.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And so: back to Artemis, and the present. The history of this goddess  is fractured and fragmented, multicultural, even; her myth is  provocative but enigmatic; and so this interpretation is entirely  personal and biased, as it should be.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She has reigned supreme Goddess for me because she is the archetype  of a perfectly balanced human being. Her complexity and mystery only  richens her very human aspect. On the one hand, she exists in peace and  harmony with nature and creation; she aids in childbirth and is the  official protector of women, particularly virgins. On the other hand,  she is deeply in touch with her masculine side. She prowls the forests  with her bow and arrow, ready to slay any man who threatens her or the  women and animals she protects. The dual sides of Artemis might appear  to be contradictory. Not just in terms of gender, but in terms of ethics  - more specifically: how do we condone her violence? I believe  contradictions help us come closer to truth. For if we accept the  duality of nature, we can accept the &lt;em&gt;whole&lt;/em&gt; of nature. Its violence and its beauty; its chaos and peace.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Artemis does not entreat me to physical violence. As glamorous as it  might sound - prowling the woods in a toga - her bow and arrow are her  metaphor. But she suggests to me that women are as strong as men; that  all humans are created equal; that all creatures are created equal. She  teaches me that to rise above mere “mortals,” I must protect the  vulnerable (the virgin), give strength to the weak (women [weak only by  injustice and false perception]), and defend the innocent (nature).  Though it is not written in her myth, I believe Artemis would protect,  strengthen and defend men as well, when appropriate.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;To me, a true Goddess knows not how to discriminate; she bestows  virtue upon all she touches. Her accomplishments are automatic and  egoless; her method is mind over matter.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://smiti.jamilaproductions.com/post/9176162877</link><guid>http://smiti.jamilaproductions.com/post/9176162877</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Aug 2011 14:05:03 -0600</pubDate><category>answer</category><dc:creator>jamilaproductions</dc:creator></item><item><title>Inbetween Dr. Rhine and W.M. McNeill</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dr. Rhine - imp. regarded by Jung xv-xvi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If I am a figment of my imagination,&lt;br/&gt; and you, of yours,&lt;br/&gt; then…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;del&gt;Because&lt;/del&gt; For if you are afraid to ask, no doubt, you are actually afraid to hear the answer you already suspect to be true.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“ideals an accentuation of their griefs” p2 last ¶&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://smiti.jamilaproductions.com/post/9002421742</link><guid>http://smiti.jamilaproductions.com/post/9002421742</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Aug 2011 11:48:15 -0600</pubDate><category>poem</category><dc:creator>jamilaproductions</dc:creator></item><item><title>Perhaps these scars are just a more visceral reminder of the pain I so long to remember,
and...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Perhaps these scars are just a more visceral reminder of the pain I so long to remember,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and avenge.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Behold, for we are one&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Behold, as we heal&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Behold, as we heal others&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://smiti.jamilaproductions.com/post/9002246839</link><guid>http://smiti.jamilaproductions.com/post/9002246839</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Aug 2011 11:43:00 -0600</pubDate><category>poem</category><dc:creator>jamilaproductions</dc:creator></item><item><title>charcuterie
I don’t like to taste the sauce first
and rarely sniff the aromas</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;charcuterie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I don’t like to taste the sauce first&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and rarely sniff the aromas&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://smiti.jamilaproductions.com/post/9002229255</link><guid>http://smiti.jamilaproductions.com/post/9002229255</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Aug 2011 11:42:00 -0600</pubDate><category>poem</category><dc:creator>jamilaproductions</dc:creator></item><item><title>"The Oxford Dictionary defines ‘desultory’ as ‘skipping from one subject to..."</title><description>“The Oxford Dictionary defines ‘desultory’ as ‘skipping from one subject to another, disconnected, unmethodical.’ It may be an unmethodical method, but it’s a useful one. Here’s why: Our minds are capable of far more multi-tasking and multi-tracking than we think. The critical sense that goes with the processes of art-making moves forward on both prior experience and intuition. Quick looks and automatic decisions, devoid of long-term contemplation and recrimination, often produce decent results. Going from one project to another heightens the faculty.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Robert Genn&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://smiti.jamilaproductions.com/post/6042023418</link><guid>http://smiti.jamilaproductions.com/post/6042023418</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 May 2011 11:56:00 -0600</pubDate><category>quote</category><dc:creator>jamilaproductions</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>

