understanding colours as sentient beings
can english really capture and describe spiritual experiences as it is a language of utility and production?
relationship
i’m embracing difficult conversations softly. i’m embracing the difficulty of staying soft during these conversations. we had a lovely dinner for diwali at a friend’s house. three couples. one baby. one teenager. a cozy home with home-cooked food. i sent an instagram post to my partner on relationship stuff, spoken by a man who speaks…
cobblestone streets
tears stream down my cheeks as I read another book about healing. I was asked to write about my favourite city – no place came to mind – just one where I am anonymous, where I hold my head high in the streets. Where the male gaze faces down to the cobblestone streets, a sign…
flow writing #158: a belly cocoon home
Blues and reds – a strong boot grounds a ladybugs wing – the strong neck reaches up and out with a proud head shaped by time and space and relationships – shaped by love by loss by trauma and through war. Travelling distances by choice or forced fleeing – from Ukraine to Germany to the…
flow writing #157: Into the Darkness, Day One
Opening wide. Soft, wet, squishy. Wide-eyed – head up, knuckles white from holding her vulva open for centuries. Churches crucifix vaginas – the divine masculine and feminine. Unsure where to begin – breath. A first breath, a heartbeat, an eye opens to the light. How can a vulva be carved of stone – so hard…
flow writing #156: excerpt from melting and memories – Sophie Strand
The cocoon – tomb or womb. A vessel – digesting ourselves. Nothing wasted. What would it be to really digest ourselves? To become a gooey mess of all of the parts of ourselves that were before – the chubby caterpillar parts – the teenie-tiny leggy parts – the chomping-on-the-leafy parts. The bright green segmenty parts…
flow writing #155: Dear Pandemic,
Dear Pandemic, Thank you for pause. Thank you for chaos and confusion. Thank you for stacking up all of my methods of working on top of each other like lego blocks, boosting my ego and teetering it sky-high with all of my capabilities, my insights, my critical analysis, my personability, my sincere desire to help…
flow writing #154: rose, bud, thorn
rose bud thorn – a win to celebrate – to being surrounded by people in a work environment who want to love and embrace my authentic self bud – well obviously the big changes of landscape, environment, climate, culture, people, work, life, etc etc thorn – an obstacle is to not give a fuck I…
flow writing #153: Natalie Goldberg – deck of bones
Oh Natalie, you intuitive beast genius you. The memory that is coming to mind is the story of my family – my honey, my kid, and myself being ever so slightly late – yet still late to a funeral or celebration of life I believe they were calling it. Everyone was seated in the pews…
flow writing #152: excerpt from Yoko Ono
Sing sang sung song or air essence. Mistakes. That’s OK. Sung – overwhelmed. That’s OK. Sang – wind and heart. That’s OK. Song – perfection? Enlightenment? Where are all the clunks? The percussive messes. The symphonic blunders that let blood mend in plain sight? In community? A cacophony of catastrophe? Crash-swell-fumble cymbal. Clash – shhhh……
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