I forget this wisdom sometimes. This week I over isolated myself, I had too many symptoms and too much to get done — so just dug in and did as much work as I could do, for as long as I could do it, holing up at home alone for 95% of my week. If you’ve been reading my posts for awhile, you might be going, “But Meg, what about your beloved #wuwei?? You know you can’t work that way or you frizz the fuck out.”
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Well, friend, you’re right. But I forget about that energetic wisdom, as the world teaches that working yourself into the ground is actually the honorable thing to do, and the world is really LOUD. Plus, I’m also not super-great at identifying my needs.
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All too often, it’s an energetic reader who reminds me that I’m forgetting to do things like feed myself, not over exert, and see other humans; instead of my person being like, “I’m hungry! I’m going to flare if you keep moving! I’m lonely!”
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I wasn’t always like this, and theorize it’s the result of people-pleasing and years spent living in emergency situations — I’d stop announcing my needs if they were never met too. (Errr, I did, I guess 🤯) Anyways, after skipping 4th Friday to work late, then diving back in yesterday after too little sleep, my being was fed up and threw a fit.
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This nearly made me cancel last night’s plans to make up for the lost time spinning out (for reasons I couldn’t identify), but luckily I reached out to a friend instead. She had just the reminders I needed, bits of wisdom about how great work actually happens — things like taking a break when you run into walls, instead of trying to fashion yourself into a better bulldozer.
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And then I had an awesome night with another friend, leaving me feeling inspired to get making; just as soon as I rest up from the connecting, anyways. (#spoonieproblems) The important thing is that the force behind my inspiration has changed back to love of the project, rather than not wanting to disappoint — clearly far better juju for the creativity, eh?
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Gosh, this morning’s tarot reading makes sense now! Thanks for helping me get clarity on that one, I’ll do my best to not have to relearn/rewrite all over again in a couple months... Happy Sunday 😘
Where has this week gone?? I’ve been bopping around all over the board, usual writing stuff; but also lots of working on an art commission for @justsaycare I’m amped about — hence these here pics! (I was using myself as a make-do photo ref 🤣) I’ll share the scoops once this first portion is in...send juju the final stretch of it goes well!
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I’ve been holed up most of the week, again, but this time was in a much more inspired state; all psyched after that workshop and a getting a call from an old friend about being in her wedding this July 🎉
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And the other pics are getting out today to visit #fourthstreet for a delicious happy hour (though Dryuary has officially lost its fun, haha, one week 🍷) then caught the sunset. It was also dispensary time and they had #forbiddenfruit, which smells like magic 😍🤤
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While there, I was reminded that tomorrow is Fourth Friday on Fourth Street, and since it’s also my fourth month finally living off Fourth street — I’m really hoping to finally make it to one!
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It’s a bit of a historical #spoonieproblems clusterfuck for me as it’s at night, standing/walking, and alcohol, my usual aid to suppress intensified night symptoms (wayyyy more than canna) for events like this is being forgoed for balance ATM. So it’s a challenge I’m hoping/planning to rise to if you have a little more juju left to spare sending there — and loads your way too, happy Friday! 😘
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#freelance #creative #grateful #illustration #fairy #art #artist #writer #cannabis #cannabislover #spoonie #feelingcute #444
NEW ARTICLE: Why Isn’t the Endocannabinoid System Taught in Medical Schools?⠀
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I'm a fighter of fibromyalgia and endometriosis, among other health conditions in the rubric for #endocannabinoid deficiency and imbalance; so I got to wondering why none of my doctors had ever brought up this not-new idea, with few even knowing what the #endocannabinoidsystem is. So I did some digging for @leafly.⠀
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The answers honestly horrified me. (Our medical system is such a hot freakin' mess, it's seriously out of control.) The primary reason is that med schools are "too full of information" to integrate "new" science. (The #ECS was discovered in the '80s.)⠀
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Another quickly-cited reason is that there are not many current medicines that work with the ECS. This incited my damn the man mentality — why the fuck do doctors not need to know about things the pharmaceutical industry?? Annnnd, stigma against cannabis was also cited by both sources.⠀
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Something not cited that's usually involved in asking these questions: lack of research. The existence of ECS is not at all a debate, and the evidence pointing to it's importance is volumes. (Though rarely conducted in the US. Again, #damntheman)⠀
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I deeply care about everything I've written for Leafly, but if you only read one of my canna-articles ever — this is the one to read. Please check 'er out in my bio link, just click "Writing Around the Web."⠀
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#cannabis #medicalcannabis #medicalmarijuana #mmj #medschool #medicalindustry #health #wellness
I got to go see my favorite spiritual teacher this weekend!! @leeharrisenergy had a day-long workshop just an hour away, and there were folks to came from around the world to be there. It felt like a privilege, and it was one indeed.
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His approach to spirituality, especially in this live experience, was both humorous and human. My irreverent approach to this work sometimes leaves me feeling alone between two worlds, but he spoke directly to this feeling; saying we need to be bridges between the two worlds, integrating and connecting regular culture + spirit, which I’ve been pondering the process of for as long as I can remember. Magic.
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He didn’t drop any f-bombs, but made me feel less alien nonetheless! More highlights: compassion is the medicine the world needs, everything is set to energetically amplify (weee 🎉), “creativity’s bringing angelic energy into the world through the body,” courage NEEDS fear, “creativity is growth,” and — ears up, fellow empaths, “don’t confuse life force with pain.”
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We also did automatic writing (means for soul/higher self communication) and for the first time since my experimental drug years — it worked! My hand was just flying, writing down exciting and encouraging things; which Lee himself intuitively confirmed. Again, magic. (More on that later!)
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The universe was up to its synchronistic ways, sitting me next to two #spoonies. The symptoms of the fellow #fibromyalgia fighter and #myalgicencephalomyelitis crusher symptoms were considerably more manageable than mine, inspirations of healing — right when a fibro friend shared she hasn’t had a flare in a year! Good signs indeed.
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When I got home, my bod was upset at all the action — but I was too on fire to sleep. My hand kept flying into my sketchbook, busting out bigger dreams than I’ve ever dreamt, and I’ve always been an ambitious gal. Big, my friends, BIG. Like, attention on the real, ridiculous, live ME — instead of words spewed then safely edited in private — SCARY, man.
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But Lee also covered the difference between being scared of growth experiences and being *terrified* (esp in body) of harmful ones...and these ideas are securely in the first camp. Send juju! ❤️🌀
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Yes, I probably haven't even met you – but I can pinky-promise that your shame is bullshit.⠀
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Even if you're a homewrecking, money-losing, mansplaining dillhole who tails people instead of just passing slower cars whilst picking his nose and wiping it under the seat – your shame is bullshit.⠀
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See, I know this because ALL shame is bullshit.⠀
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It's not productive to judge oneself or others as less than because of past actions. (Judging, in general, does nothing productive!* Constructive criticism has plenty oomph on its own.) ⠀
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Things get productive when we ask ourselves how we will apply this hard-earned knowledge for the next time, and shame prevents this by encouraging distraction from the emotional wound itself.⠀
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Being human is hard. Of course you fucked up, it's part of the deal. Thoughts along the lines of "how will I rock it better next time" are nourishing, and thoughts like "I'm such a stupid POS no one will ever love me, I don't deserve it" – well, they're bullshit. Plain. And. Simple.⠀
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* I also feel a need to say that, like many writers/artists, when I express myself in this fashion I'm channeling what we new agey folks call "higher self," or the bit of one's multidimensional soul that's mostly focused on this lifetime; I'm not professing that I've fully mastered integrating it into my life! That tends to take a big longer than getting quiet, then typing at me typeboard 🤣⠀
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#spiritualgangster #fuckshame #shame #personalgrowth #selflove #growth⠀
This was such an inspiring article to write. These families shouldn't have to be engaging in herculean efforts to get their children life-saving medicine, but I'm so grateful I got to speak to two that are more than rising to the occasion. ⠀
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Medical cannabis is a very real medicine that aids a very real and very ignored (see next article...) bodily system. It's a rather delicate one to keep balanced, with severe results when balance is lost. And children are no exception. ⠀
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It's not easy to depend on federally illegal medicine, especially for a child, but these families have conquered this challenge that shouldn't exist; and it wasn't easy, but it was worth it. As fighter Coltlyn Turner says, "I'd rather be legally alive than legally dead."⠀
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To check out their amazing stories in one of my latest for Leafly, please click "Writing Around the Web" in my bio link.⠀
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If you're pro- #medicalcannabis, you'd be bonkers not to follow @official_illegallyalive and @mycannakids (+, of course, @leafly) 💚🌱⠀
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#medicalmarijuana #cannabisismedicine #heros #everydayheros #cannabiswriter #endocannabinoidsystem⠀
