Supremacy : the quality or state of having more power, authority, or status than anyone else : the state of being supreme
In light of recent and historical events involving privilege, supremacy, oppression, and the obsession with the GUN, I am beginning a new series in which I hope to explore the psychosis and almost god-like transcendental link the white male (as the main component of supremacy) has, and has had, with societal domination, the psychology of entitlement, the innate will to conquer/subject others, and the inherent consequences of such machinations on society, women, and people of color.
In our interior rooms, I would start by sharing some sacred poems maybe….
The interior room of things. Colorful. Composed of data and moments. The beautiful memories we left behind.
Here in the interior rooms, we find the things we left behind. The data of memories and moments.
Impermanence, failing falling thoughts, and climate change.
There is a light that emerges within oneself that is not unlike a growing imagination and the scent of mint and tulips in spring.
Finding that inner flame and pushing forward. I have been hanging around the house today, relaxing and listening to music. As I create this post I am listening to the ambient sounds of Chihei Hatakeyama’s Void IX and Oophoi’s An Aerial View. Tonight is a night of immersing myself into all things formed through sound, smell, art, healing, and stillness. I went online and found a great place to order a small quantity of Tibetan medicinal incense. So I got some for inner and physical healing. It’s quiet here. I wish I could spend more time in this soothing, reflective, and safe environment. Doing art, hanging out with the cats, looking out beyond the woods in the backyard. Haven’t really talked to anyone all day. Here in the interior rooms, it’s amazing how often that happens. Nothing here all day, but the fall of thought.