Sunday, July 12, 2015

fragments, shored

**author's note: i started this blog a few days ago in order to formalize and publicize some of the thoughts i've been having around democracy, community, access/ibility, ability, bodied perceptions, teaching, yoga, practice/praxis/action. in order to start getting some muscle on these bare blog bones, i'm going to start posting these little thought snippets -- previously stored privately only as little autonomous pieces in a notebook, never meant for more than private remembrance -- baring in mind that these are the little nuggets that accumulated, eventually reaching a critical mass, and gave rise to this document, which i hope will birth other beginnings in turn.

there is something invigorating and radically hopeful about acknowledging the potential contained in each small thought, every minute action. the little things from forgotten corners of memory, the small acts we perform each day, when taken together can transform the fabric of our existence and understanding.

so it seems fitting that the start of my writing here should begin with some of these fragments, markers on the path that got me here.

"O swallow swallow
These fragments I have shored against my ruins."
-T. S. Eliot, V. What the Thunder Said, "The Waste Land"

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