Handmade devotional books and much more

Heather Freysdottir:

I was lucky enough to get one of the test batches from these and it’s even prettier than the pictures. And the font is indeed easy on the eyes – I am not dyslexic but I read a crapton both online and in print, so I appreciated Silence’s font choice.

Originally posted on Coffee at Midnight Designs:

Finally I can stop teasing you and share the details of my new project. My Etsy shop now has hand bound devotional books for Loki and custom ones that can contain any content you choose.

MINOLTA DIGITAL CAMERAThe Loki devotional book contains an English translation of the Lokasenna (Bellows translation) and the Lokka Tattur from the Faeroe Islands (Borrow translation). The text is printed on premium bright white 24 lb. paper with 25% cotton content. It’s lush, dense, and perfect for such a special volume.

To make this special book accessible to as many people as possible, I have a custom listing where you can choose large print, OpenDyslexic font, and a different kind of decorative cover paper.

MINOLTA DIGITAL CAMERAI know that many of us struggle to provide for our own material needs, let alone for the specialty religious tools we sometimes desire. To that end, I’ve chosen to set aside a portion of each…

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a day in the life of disability

I’m back from vacation, and I’m just not really up to speed. So today, I thought I’d talk about what it’s like to be disabled. There are a lot of misconceptions about disability out there. A lot of them overlap with misconceptions about SES, race, and/or ethnicity.

Let’s start with one, which is that if you’re not absolutely incapacitated all the time, you’re not disabled.

Here’s me on a good day:

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Here’s me on a bad day:

me_bad_dayThe fact that I have good days does not mean that the bad days are somehow less incapacitating.

Another myth: if you’re taking care of yourself properly, you won’t have bad days.

Umm…not taking care of myself will most certainly bring on bad days, however, sometimes, I just have them, and no one knows why – not my doctors, nor me.

Myth three: people with disabilities sit around all day and do nothing.

Some people with disabilities work. Some don’t. Some can’t. People with disabilities who can work are not better than those who can’t. One of the things that disturbs me most about our current (US) capitalist culture is that there’s an incredible lack of inherent human worth and dignity. Damn near everyone I know who has a disability struggles with knowing that in our current system that we purported “don’t pull our weight,” or that whatever contributions we can make, particularly if they are not monetary or commercially related, are somehow unimportant or worthless in comparison to those who can. It’s so ingrained and internalized that many people with disabilities can accept the notion of “It’s okay to be disabled and not contribute” to someone who is just…not themselves.

Point four, which I don’t think is a myth so much as a misconception – that if you’re having a good day and it suddenly turns into a bad one, you’re engaging in attention seeking or somehow inconveniencing others. Reality is that sometimes spoons just disappear or you overestimate how many you really had.  In my own experience, I overestimate a lot, because I used to be able to do a lot, and somewhere in my head, I still think that I ought to be able to do X, Y, Z and maybe all I can do that day is X and then go rest. It can be really depressing and embarrassing for the person with the disability. It can even be triggering, because the person with the disability can wonder why their body betrayed them; if they’ve always had their illness, they may wonder why they had to have their condition, so if it happens to someone around you, please try to be sympathetic.

Myth five: “bucking up.”

Bucking up is commonly thrown at people who have invisible disabilities – depression, PTSD, fibromyalgia, and other chronic pain or mental illnesses, as if the problem being in your head is something that you can somehow control with thought instead of with therapy, medication, or other medically appropriate treatment. I cannot express to you in any polite verbiage how much I despise the victim blaming language that many “think yourself well” proponents use. No one with chronic pain or anxiety wants to have that disorder. This does not mean that I am anti-alternative therapies; I am a proponent of using them in conjunction with conventional medical treatments.

And that leads into unsolicited advice. This is usually well-meaning, and can be helpful, but sometimes it’s belittling, sometimes it’s toxic. If the person asks you to knock it off, please do. If the person in question may be a hazard to themselves or others, then it’s time to contact the authorities; short of that, I’d let it drop. Even if you’re right – and you may or may not be, you can’t make someone listen to you.

Finally, I’d like to talk about one of the most classist and ableist things that I’ve seen on the Internet lately, which is the “proper” use of SNAP/EBT/food stamps. Not everyone on food stamps/EBT is disabled, but many people with disabilities do have to rely on those benefits because social security payments are not particularly luxuriant and if said person wants to say, pay utilities and eat, they swallow their pride and use those benefits. There seems to be some sort of very narrow band of the “okay” use of SNAP/EBT that can neither be too “junk” nor too “posh,” – I could rant on why organic food should be for EVERYONE, and perhaps I will another day. This narrow band of “okay foods” are meant to keep the poor and disabled in their place, not to help their health or our national budget. And this is not even tackling food deserts -areas that lack proper grocery stores where people can buy a variety of healthy foods, which are far more prevalent in low-income areas.

I’d like to detour briefly here and talk about classism and food stamps. When I was a new teacher, I became acutely aware that the main difference between me as a single parent teacher with a stable job and the single parents of the children attending my classes was socioeconomic status. And really, that was mostly white privilege. It’s a really nice thought that I somehow worked harder, smarter, or better than someone else, but really? Not really.  People in lower SES work their asses off. That is not to say that if you’re a white, middle class person reading this that you somehow don’t work hard, just try to understand that the person who is not doing as well as you economically is working hard as well, and not gaining as much for their efforts as you are. It was painful to me to realize that many of my students only ate well when they were at school, and that food at home was more of a luxury than a given.

So, with those things in mind, let’s talk about the “proper” use of SNAP/EBT. I’ve seen people circulating outrage that people use those benefits to buy convenience foods or junk food. Conversely, I’ve also seen equal outrage about SNAP/EBT being used to be organic food, seafood, steak, or gluten-free items, because they’re expensive.

Many people with disabilities require a special diet.

Let me say that again.

Many people with disabilities require a special diet.

You have no idea at all if the person checking out and buying a gluten-free pizza has a special-needs child at home with say, autism spectrum disorder and celiac disease. Said ASD person perhaps is five and only eats pizza, ice cream, and chicken fingers. Attempts to feed said child other foods induces vomiting in said child due to food texture issues.

No, I am not really making that up hypothetically, I was a special ed teacher and I am the parent of an Aspie. My child, when he was small, would literally puke up foods whose textures he was unfamiliar with or didn’t like. We weren’t on food stamps, but I am saying that this is a Thing that exists and if you think that force feeding the kid something that they will just puke up will somehow “fix” their sensory integration issues, I’d like to call bullshit on your general sense of humanity and empathy. Ahem.

That said, I’ll acknowledge that many people who don’t have someone with an ASD in their life have never seen a sensory integration disorder in action and so they don’t understand how cruel it is to a child (or even an adult) to be force fed something that they find nauseating.

And this is not the only disability that can have dietary needs. Even people who don’t have a specific dietary need can be too ill to cook. And yes, I’d include chronic pain and depression as too ill – sometimes it hurts people to stand, sometimes they just can’t move. If you don’t think that depression is incredibly debilitating, I’d like to leave you with this video, which is a lecture by Stanford University Professor Robert Sapolsky. It’s an hour, but it’s well-worth watching.

Never Not the Neophyte | The Poet Priestess

Teaching can be exhausting, and not just because many of us teach on top of other commitments to work and family life. Teaching can be exhausting because you are sharing of yourself. You are sharing your knowledge, your experience, your secrets, and your passions. That sharing opens the path of new learning, new understanding and new awareness on a personal level. When you teach others, you cannot avoid being taught by them. When you learn about anothers skills and experiences, you cannot help but learn more about your own. Teaching becomes twofold, you are both the teacher and the perpetual student taught by those you teach.

via Never Not the Neophyte | The Poet Priestess.

Mysogony Watch: That’s How Not It Goes | hecatedemeter

For women, the constant pressure to conform to a very narrow, largely unrealistic, and schizo-damned-if-you-do-damned-if-you-don’t set of physical appearance and clothing stereotypes is a huge part of what’s wrong with our society. You’re too sexy, you’re too matronly, you’re too [just fill in the blank.] Sure, saying that President Obama wore “mom jeans” wasn’t a compliment, but it’s completely different from talking about what a woman wears and doesn’t even begin to police his behavior in the way that talking about what women wear, rather than what they say or do, polices women.

Reading, hearing, and being subject to what others say about a woman’s appearance creates daily microaggressions against that woman. Over time, the stress does do damage. And the message sent to other women is that they’d better not be ambitious, else they, too, will be subject to daily criticism over what they wear, how they look, what size they are, how they appear to the male gaze.

And, you know, fuck that shit. (emphasis mine)

via Mysogony Watch: That’s How Not It Goes | hecatedemeter.

Changebringer

Hail Loki Changebringer, Hail to the Father of Strife,
Hail to the Healer Who breaks the bone to set it clean.
Hail to the One Who peels away the Shoulds and Coulds,
The One Who burned me down to the bones,
and then licked me clean.
Hail Father of Lies, for You are the truest One I know.
Hail to Him that will tread in places others fear to go.
Take away my masks, and give me back Myself.
Hail Loki Gift-Giver, because of You I am hale and whole.
Take me as Your offering; it is the only thing I have
Worthy enough for You.