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2008 Autumn Equinox/Winter
Solstice Issue
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PARIAH ~ A Healing Journal ~
Perpetuating
the use of radical knowledge, subversion, frugality, simple health care
and creative expression to empower personal healing from chronic illness
and injury.
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Arts
Soul Collage ~ Kathy
Fitzpatrick
Poem~
Jon Neiss

Book Review
The Endangered Brain ~ Dr. Kaye Kilburn

Comet Hunter
Autumn Equinox Astronomy

Eco Blogs
Wildflower Stew
~ Rebecca Swan

Letting Go
Vagabonds in Conflict~ Lucinda Hodges

PARIAH People
Ever Wonder Why You're So Different?~
Kate Goldfield
My Non Toxic Wedding~ Jennifer
D’Alvarez

PARIAH Reader's
Talk to us!

Passing's
Daniel Hanson ~Lucinda

Root
Cellar
Chick Pea Curry~ Rachel Rogel
Fruit/Citrus Roasted Veggies ~ L. Hodges
Kathy's Raw Food Holiday Recipes
Roasted White Beans with Miso ~ L Hodges

Seasonal Healing
Interview
with Joyce Le Fleur on the Light Brown Apple Moth~ Kathy
Fitzpatrick

Shameless
Self Promotion
Empowered Goddess, Interview
Pariah Blog Roll

Spiritual Healing
The Great Escape~
Henry Thomas
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My Year of Living Dangerously
~on a wing and a prayer~
By Lucinda Hodges
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In life some years slip by unnoticed like water through a sieve.
Then there are those years that resonate and will be remembered for a lifetime.
Some of those years are treasured for the joy they bring, other years for the great depth and breadth
of the sorrow. This year has
been such a year for me. A
year scarred by unavoidable exposures,
followed by illness, and the unforeseen and tragic deaths of dear friends and family members:
what I call my year of living dangerously.
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There certainly have been good
years. Years in which I was stronger than I thought I
could be, and that unseen tide lifted me like a surge in
the wake of a storm, which I rode like a wave, for all
it was worth.
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All of us living with severe chemical
injuries have experienced this kind of intrepid danger. The danger is
hard to avoid and comes with the biological terrain we inherit after
being harmed, even crippled, by toxins of all kinds; molds, emfs, and chemicals. We quickly learn our lives are never really our own again. For
better or worse our bodies retain the memory of both the good and the not-so-good.
Since my chemical injury over a decade ago, I have felt my health ebb and flow
like a tide. A tide I can only acknowledge but never control. There certainly
have been good years. Years in which I was stronger than I
thought I could be, and that unseen tide lifted me like a surge in the
wake of a storm, which I rode like
a wave, for all it was worth. And just as quickly the tide has turned and left me
beached --floundering-- to regain my strength and sense of self all over again.
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And that is what,
Pariah, A Healing Journal, is about
for me. Tapping into the tide of life,
letting it flow through me, becoming a apart
of me, and hopefully a part of all of you.
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For this reason, I
never take for granted the things I can and do accomplish. I cherish the
time I am able to give to developing and exploring my own source of
creativity. Because without a sustaining source of replenishment the tide will only
drain away from us never to return to lift our spirits again. And that is what, Pariah, A Healing Journal, is about
for me. Tapping into the tide of life, letting it flow through me, becoming a
apart of me, and hopefully a part of all of you.
Lucinda Hodges lives in Montana where she
home schools her children, tends her garden, wild crafts herbal
remedies, writes and maintains websites for
Pariah and
Toxic Trains.
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