tear in the fabric
Kashi Mai is a photographer who has lived in Japan, Ireland, Texas, Mexico, and Milwaukee. She has had exhibitions in Wisconsin and Ireland. Her photos have been used on various websites including HeadStuff.org.
Sunday, May 21, 2017
Wednesday, April 26, 2017
thank you
"While hospitalization feels like the safe option, there is no evidence that it prevents suicide and it loses the opportunity to learn coping skills in the real world. The task is to identify the cause of your wife’s emotional pain and help her find a solution for it—a combination of medication, monitoring and learning skills such as problem solving and distress tolerance . If we can do that, the suicidal feelings will likely reduce. The experience will help her next time there is a crisis and reduce the likelihood of repeated hospital admissions. Although this might feel more risky in the short term, statistically it is not."
https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/suicide-risk-assessment-doesnt-work/
https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/suicide-risk-assessment-doesnt-work/
Monday, March 27, 2017
Sunday, March 19, 2017
Tuesday, March 7, 2017
that I may smile
I said, “I will watch my ways,
lest I sin with my tongue;
I will keep a muzzle on my mouth.”
Mute and silent before the wicked,
I refrain from good things.
But my sorrow increases;
my heart smolders within me.
In my sighing a fire blazes up,
and I break into speech:
Lord, let me know my end, the number of my days,
that I may learn how frail I am.
To be sure, you establish the expanse of my days;
indeed, my life is as nothing before you.
Every man is but a breath.
Man goes about as a mere phantom;
they hurry about, although in vain;
he heaps up stores without knowing for whom.
And now, Lord, for what do I wait?
You are my only hope.
From all my sins deliver me;
let me not be the taunt of fools.
I am silent and do not open my mouth
because you are the one who did this.
Take your plague away from me;
I am ravaged by the touch of your hand.
You chastise man with rebukes for sin;
like a moth you consume his treasures.
Every man is but a breath.
Listen to my prayer, Lord, hear my cry;
do not be deaf to my weeping!
For I am with you like a foreigner,
a refugee, like my ancestors.
Turn your gaze from me, that I may smile
before I depart to be no more.
Psalm 39
NAB 2010
Tuesday, February 21, 2017
Friday, February 3, 2017
Thursday, January 26, 2017
Thursday, January 5, 2017
Monday, January 2, 2017
Sunday, January 1, 2017
Monday, December 12, 2016
Tuesday, November 8, 2016
after sunshine
"We're gonna die out here. You know it. Are you scared?"
"When a Stellar Bomb is triggered, very little will happen at first. And then a spark will pop into existence, and it will hang for an instant, hovering in space and then, it will split into two, and those will split again and again... Detonation beyond all imagining, the big bang on a small scale, a new star born out of a dying one.
I think it will be beautiful. No, I'm not scared."
Monday, November 7, 2016
Monday, October 31, 2016
Saturday, October 29, 2016
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