A Spell for Powerlessness and Division

When I was a young child, I would occasionally hear statements like this: “If only [those people] would just go away and leave the community, then everything would be better.”  [Those people] were some sort of Other - racial, sexual, political, etc…) Luckily, my mother was close by and at the ready to remind me …

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I always hesitate at the edge of the Ocean before putting my toes into the water. There’s something about touching the edge of an entity so vast that gives me pause. I think about cold depths, miles of just water touching sky, and all that the Ocean must know in its millennia of being.