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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><description>i write words sometimes.</description><title>c.m. faust</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @cmfaust)</generator><link>https://cmfaust.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>The American Sisterhood:</title><description>&lt;p&gt;A True Transcendence of Race, or a Mask for Complicity?Why woman of color remain guarded around their white counterparts.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The reality is, white women rarely approach the topic of empathy in a truly genuine way. When they say they want to talk about “empathy,” what they really mean is “identification.” Their ability to understand your fears, lived experiences, or systemic challenges is frequently…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="npf_link" data-npf='{"type":"link","url":"http://cmfaust.blog/2024/07/16/the-american-sisterhood/","display_url":"http://cmfaust.blog/2024/07/16/the-american-sisterhood/","title":"The American Sisterhood:"}'&gt;&lt;a href="http://cmfaust.blog/2024/07/16/the-american-sisterhood/" target="_blank"&gt;The American Sisterhood:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>https://cmfaust.tumblr.com/post/756167619651993600</link><guid>https://cmfaust.tumblr.com/post/756167619651993600</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Jul 2024 06:47:17 -0700</pubDate><category>american</category><category>capitalism</category><category>cmfaust</category><category>identity politics</category><category>insidious</category><category>oppressive systems</category><category>Race</category><category>sisterhood</category></item><item><title>It&amp;rsquo;s just two small pills, see?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I scooped them up nonchalantly and slipped them in my bag, as I would a pack of gum or those caramel flavored candies – you know, the ones every grandmother holds onto in hopes of convincing her grandchildren to stick around just a moment longer – you know, the ones covered in lint and hope, buried in that well-worn purse she’s carried for years –you know the one.Then I went home to say…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="npf_link" data-npf="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;link&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;url&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;http://cmfaust.blog/2024/07/14/its-just-two-small-pills-see/&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;display_url&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;http://cmfaust.blog/2024/07/14/its-just-two-small-pills-see/&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;title&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;It's just two small pills, see?&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cmfaust.blog/2024/07/14/its-just-two-small-pills-see/" target="_blank"&gt;It&amp;rsquo;s just two small pills, see?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>https://cmfaust.tumblr.com/post/756051224812470272</link><guid>https://cmfaust.tumblr.com/post/756051224812470272</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Jul 2024 23:57:14 -0700</pubDate><category>cmfaust</category><category>Grief</category><category>healing</category><category>loss</category><category>therapy</category><category>writer</category></item><item><title>Untitled</title><description>&lt;p&gt;You are four years old. Mother enters the room, her presence a silent storm. Carrying an unquenched thirst, you throw yourself into her arms.With all her strength she pushes you away.“DON’T…touch me.”Without a sound, you tiptoe to lie beside her, just out of reach.If you make a mistake she’ll push you away again.This much you know.You’ve mustered up some courage today,undoubtedly out of…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="npf_link" data-npf='{"type":"link","url":"http://cmfaust.blog/2024/07/14/untitled/","display_url":"http://cmfaust.blog/2024/07/14/untitled/","title":"Untitled"}'&gt;&lt;a href="http://cmfaust.blog/2024/07/14/untitled/" target="_blank"&gt;Untitled&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>https://cmfaust.tumblr.com/post/756050996231307264</link><guid>https://cmfaust.tumblr.com/post/756050996231307264</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Jul 2024 23:53:36 -0700</pubDate><category>generational trauma</category><category>healing</category><category>motherhood</category><category>self-love</category><category>therapy</category></item><item><title>&amp;ldquo;Grief is the price we pay for love&amp;rdquo;</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Is that why grieving the loss of abusive family members when you go no contact is particularly difficult?Because we’re paying the price for love we deserve and long for, but never received?It’s hard to articulate to people that don’t understand.It feels like we’re paying someone else’s karmic debt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="npf_link" data-npf='{"type":"link","url":"http://cmfaust.blog/2024/07/14/grief-is-the-price-we-pay-for-love/","display_url":"http://cmfaust.blog/2024/07/14/grief-is-the-price-we-pay-for-love/","title":"\"Grief is the price we pay for love\""}'&gt;&lt;a href="http://cmfaust.blog/2024/07/14/grief-is-the-price-we-pay-for-love/" target="_blank"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Grief is the price we pay for love&amp;rdquo;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>https://cmfaust.tumblr.com/post/756049641045426176</link><guid>https://cmfaust.tumblr.com/post/756049641045426176</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Jul 2024 23:32:04 -0700</pubDate><category>cmfaust</category><category>generational trauma</category><category>Grief</category><category>healing</category><category>self-discovery</category><category>self-love</category></item><item><title>"The more you know the less you understand."</title><description>“The more you know the less you understand.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Tao te Ching&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>https://cmfaust.tumblr.com/post/159134101291</link><guid>https://cmfaust.tumblr.com/post/159134101291</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Apr 2017 18:41:38 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"Wear gratitude like a cloak and it will feed every corner of your life."</title><description>“Wear gratitude like a cloak and it will feed every corner of your life.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Rumi&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>https://cmfaust.tumblr.com/post/159051954801</link><guid>https://cmfaust.tumblr.com/post/159051954801</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Mar 2017 15:31:13 -0700</pubDate><category>Rumi</category></item><item><title>"Ailments unseen to the naked eye are also excruciating &amp; torturous.Tread softly; all know pain...."</title><description>“Ailments unseen to the naked eye are also excruciating &amp; torturous.Tread softly; all know pain. We are swimming in a sea of broken children.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Cristine Yu&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>https://cmfaust.tumblr.com/post/159051940916</link><guid>https://cmfaust.tumblr.com/post/159051940916</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Mar 2017 15:30:42 -0700</pubDate><category>treadsoftly</category></item><item><title>"Most live with a lack of understanding that they hold power &amp; capabilities to be harnessed; hope..."</title><description>“Most live with a lack of understanding that they hold power &amp; capabilities to be harnessed; hope eternal. Life can be moulded to ones’ fancy.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Cristine Yu&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>https://cmfaust.tumblr.com/post/159051923941</link><guid>https://cmfaust.tumblr.com/post/159051923941</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Mar 2017 15:30:11 -0700</pubDate><category>catalyst</category></item><item><title>"Tradition will destroy you if you let it. Be weary of what is to be preserved; the rest can burn..."</title><description>“Tradition will destroy you if you let it. Be weary of what is to be preserved; the rest can burn &amp; if necessary, will reemerge, true. Evolve”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Cristine Yu&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>https://cmfaust.tumblr.com/post/159051886896</link><guid>https://cmfaust.tumblr.com/post/159051886896</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Mar 2017 15:28:55 -0700</pubDate><category>evolve</category><category>discernment</category></item><item><title>"Man’s conscience cannot be quieted by fresh devices; it can only be calmed by a change of life, for..."</title><description>“Man’s conscience cannot be quieted by fresh devices; it can only be calmed by a change of life, for which no justification is needed.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Leo Tolstoy&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>https://cmfaust.tumblr.com/post/159051862871</link><guid>https://cmfaust.tumblr.com/post/159051862871</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Mar 2017 15:28:09 -0700</pubDate><category>leotolstoy</category></item><item><title>"She was looking into my eyes with that way she had of looking that made you wonder whether she..."</title><description>“She was looking into my eyes with that way she had of looking that made you wonder whether she really saw out of her own eyes.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;T.S. Eliot&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>https://cmfaust.tumblr.com/post/159051837881</link><guid>https://cmfaust.tumblr.com/post/159051837881</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Mar 2017 15:27:28 -0700</pubDate><category>ts eliot</category></item><item><title>“Narrative is about understanding what it is like to have the life of someone else, and it is...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;“Narrative is about understanding what it is like to have the life of someone else, and it is enormously important because our moral intelligence is developed that way.” -Scott Turow, novelist and former U.S. Attorney&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>https://cmfaust.tumblr.com/post/158882975976</link><guid>https://cmfaust.tumblr.com/post/158882975976</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Mar 2017 00:04:46 -0700</pubDate><category>scottturow</category></item><item><title>“Nothing could have been worse for the development of my mind than Dr. Butler’s school&amp;hellip;The...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;“Nothing could have been worse for the development of my mind than Dr. Butler’s school&amp;hellip;The school as a means of education to me was simply a blank.” -Charles Darwin, &lt;i&gt;Autobiography&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>https://cmfaust.tumblr.com/post/158881630856</link><guid>https://cmfaust.tumblr.com/post/158881630856</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Mar 2017 23:05:01 -0700</pubDate><category>charlesdarwin</category></item><item><title>“I remember standing on a street corner with the black painter Beauford Delaney&amp;hellip;and he...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;“I remember standing on a street corner with the black painter Beauford Delaney&amp;hellip;and he pointed down and said, ‘Look.’ I looked and all I saw was water. And he said, ‘Look again,’ which I did, and I saw oil on the water and the city reflected in the puddle. It was a great revelation to me.” -James Baldwin, &lt;i&gt;The Paris Review, &lt;/i&gt;Interview by Jordan Elgrably&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>https://cmfaust.tumblr.com/post/158880959376</link><guid>https://cmfaust.tumblr.com/post/158880959376</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Mar 2017 22:39:28 -0700</pubDate><category>jamesbaldwin</category><category>jordanelgrably</category><category>beauford delaney</category></item><item><title>"A magician creates various things; Such as horses, elephants and so forth. His creations do not..."</title><description>“A magician creates various things; Such as horses, elephants and so forth. His creations do not actually exist; You should know all things in the same way.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Buddha - &lt;i&gt;King of Concentration Sutra&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>https://cmfaust.tumblr.com/post/137652671771</link><guid>https://cmfaust.tumblr.com/post/137652671771</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Jan 2016 16:42:19 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"My soul was a burden, bruised and bleeding. It was tired of the man who carried it, but I found no..."</title><description>“My soul was a burden, bruised and bleeding. It was tired of the man who carried it, but I found no place to set it down to rest. Neither the charm of the countryside nor the sweet scents of the garden would soothe it. It found no peace in song or laughter, none in the company of friends at table or in the pleasures of love, none even in books or poetry…Where could my heart find refuge from itself? Where could I go, yet leave myself behind?”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Saint Augustine&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>https://cmfaust.tumblr.com/post/137231503991</link><guid>https://cmfaust.tumblr.com/post/137231503991</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Jan 2016 10:42:56 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Indifference embodies each word and every action; Hastiness refrains her from obtaining a savory...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Indifference embodies each word and every action; Hastiness refrains her from obtaining a savory outcome. Frivolously striking blows that would have anyone up in flames, this is sadistic to say the least, always relishing what succumbs. Is it an acquired skill or raw art? To benumb without acknowledgement?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>https://cmfaust.tumblr.com/post/137095735996</link><guid>https://cmfaust.tumblr.com/post/137095735996</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jan 2016 09:07:56 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"Chopin was a genius of universal appeal. His music conquers the most diverse audiences. When the..."</title><description>“Chopin was a genius of universal appeal. His music conquers the most diverse audiences. When the first notes of Chopin sound through the concert hall there is a happy sigh of recognition. Ll over the world men and women know his music. They love it. They are moved by it. Yet it is not ‘Romantic music’ in the Byronic sense. It does not tell stories or paint pictures. It is expressive and personal, but still a pure art. Even in this abstract atomic age, where emotion is not fashionable, Chopin endures. His music is the universal language of human communication. When I play Chopin I know I speak directly to the hearts of people!”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Arthur Rubenstein&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>https://cmfaust.tumblr.com/post/136602398511</link><guid>https://cmfaust.tumblr.com/post/136602398511</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2016 03:47:19 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>deranged, this change, brings rage; swear it’s not a phase,for sale, the heart, entertained, there’s...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;deranged, this change, brings rage; swear it’s not a phase,&lt;br/&gt;for sale, the heart, entertained, there’s that propane,&lt;br/&gt;insane, injustice, potential contained,&lt;br/&gt;assaulted, raped, ludicrously this dark remains.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>https://cmfaust.tumblr.com/post/116725168866</link><guid>https://cmfaust.tumblr.com/post/116725168866</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Apr 2015 06:35:56 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>Lost, lost, lost.Like quicksand, a blink, sudden movement; Then gone.Tricky.Running water, like...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Lost, lost, lost.&lt;br/&gt;Like quicksand, a blink, sudden movement; Then gone.&lt;br/&gt;Tricky.&lt;br/&gt;Running water, like time, seems to pass slowly; But much will leave you if you gloat, freeze, linger..much to your dismay. How sneaky, or is it? How to blame what you let slip past your fingers?&lt;br/&gt;Cowardice, laziness.&lt;br/&gt;Only produces regret; Ironic solace.&lt;br/&gt;Post haste, nothingness. Emptiness. Loneliness.&lt;br/&gt;Weeds are still company.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A garden that has yet to thrive, filled with weeds aplenty. What does one choose then? To remove sightly sores and be left with empty space? For the unsavory is still company. How will one cope with the vast nothingness?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A garden that has yet to thrive, filled with weeds aplenty.&lt;br/&gt;Sightly sores removed with no thought to sow equals nothingness.&lt;br/&gt;For what slowly chokes to death the best is still considered company.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>https://cmfaust.tumblr.com/post/75988364807</link><guid>https://cmfaust.tumblr.com/post/75988364807</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Feb 2014 03:02:39 -0800</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
