What doesn’t kill you … creates collective trauma
I heard about the concept of a Witch Wound last night. It makes a lot of sense that the collective trauma from people (especially women, natives, the neurodiverse, and queer) speaking about subjective, intuitive and spiritual matters would affect so many of us today.
We need to heal that shit. Calling or implying someone is “crazy,” “witch,” or “bitch” with this in mind and you begin to see how much more weight it carries.
Right before the new year the company I work for made an announcement about a shift in ownership. As my friends and I run through what might change as things move forward I wanted to gain clarity about a particular idiom that has been mentioned.
How might we get down to brass tacks and define what a “world-class engineering organization” is? How might we begin to measure something that, at first glance, is imprecise and qualitative?
What attributes make something world-class?
I see meaning and understanding as a structure of relational operators in our language and in…
Being world-class, ideally, is about striving to actualize within a global community setting. Something “world-class” brings balance and delivers value to large and diverse audiences of people.
Individuals and organizations must ask how they are supporting humankind to reach their goals and help them create a vision in a way that leads to appreciation and growth for all involved. In Part 2 I spoke about how:
Need and Value are intimately linked.
They are two sides of the same coin. Need is what is met when Value is delivered. Value-chain delivery organized around the…
Look at me with wonder
Look at me truly long
With your ocean eyes
What see you Sea Mother?
What do you find in me?
In you I find wonder
And awe as deep as can be
Proud of you, my dearest
My hearts swell with pride
As I watch you walk
You walk through the sea
My arms long to hold you
To hug you
And squeeze you
To keep you close by my side
last nights Dreams
rolled in like mountain Clouds
heard that Witch wail
echoing deep within a cave
tolling Weave been longing to hear
spoken silently sideways
felt long lived within your lips
herd out between breathless teeth
spoke it rolled upon your tongue
bitten back snorts trampling down
kissed the coinage hand to mouth
cloven hooves dug deep for moss and lichen
suckling upon the musky earth
mind deep within the longest vein
struck gold and cached it forth
sacrificed the lambs breath bonds
bilt around the core
voiced and breathing energy
felt the basest one release