Our collective imaginations are rooting into the fertile ground of outrage and grief, sprouting into acts of hope, and blooming into many possible futures. Here, find essays, offerings, and prompts for living your life wide awake and shaping change.
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All things come to completion. Completion is not the same as perfection. The World card makes space for mistakes, flaws, contradictions, difficulties. I hold all the beautiful and hard things I have learned on the journey. I accept all that I have not done, or not done in a way that I would have liked. Resolution comes from accepting all of this as part of the bigger picture, part of the lesson,…
Inside all of the pain and suffering that these times bring, I believe there are possibilities. Openings for change to take hold. For the ideas, dreams, visions of those forced into the margins to bloom.
You typing feverishly into the night, writing to the world the only thing to say: we are human, we are human, we are of the land, we are salt and sand and wind and blood and bone
Whose technologies, and why? I am not more evolved than the echinacea that blooms every year in the same spot in my garden, not more evolved than the mice I catch in my kitchen and release in the cemetery, not more or less evolved than the orcas teaching each other to protect themselves.
*A spell for safety in a hostile world* In today’s political environment where anti-trans hostility threatens the lives and wellbeing of trans and nonbinary people around the country, and most especially BIPOC folks, I find this poem a necessary intervention and spell.
Serpent blessings and spirit language | Years in the making, this book is ready to be blessed with fingers and pencil marks, graced with smoke, water, wine. Ready to be read and argued with, played and prayed with, ready to be a catalyst for further thinking, feeling, and transformation in all of its power and all of its flaws.
What I learned in loving and caring for Barley | The day Barley died, the crows were everywhere. Some hours after the kind and gentle vet came to help Barley transition to the spirit world, Patti and I went out for a walk in the nor’easter with its pouring, blustery rain. Exactly the kind of weather Barley loved.
Writing toward the end of this world with Destiny Hemphill. I met Destiny Hemphill in 2019 over a bowl of noodles in Seattle’s International District. As the four of us ordered dumplings and shared stories, we had no idea that in the coming years, Destiny, Lisbeth, and I would spend hundreds hours together on video—dreaming, thinking, making agendas and spreadsheets, writing, editing, laughing,…
There’s a particular tree that dances with grace next to the path I often walk next to the Neponset river. This tree caught my attention months ago and I have visited them regularly. I am doing my best to listen to what they want me to know.
I was once a celestial being, and becoming human meant that everything that I knew about the universe had to be taken away by the touch of an angel’s finger.
