I’ve written a lot about how healing can be hard. Painful. And I mean like really lonesome, and overwhelming, excruciating from deep in our bellies all the way on up through our bodies. Reminder: the personal is political and the
Tonight I was the river guide for the first gathering of a group of queer & feminist visionaries to come together weekly for the next few months. We are co-creating. We are artists in process. This is our work. It’s
My Loves: We are more powerful when we gather. Our talents activate in community. We come alive when we are seen. We are affirmed by the witnessing of loving community. By the healing hands and words of our loves. We
Loves, Before I get started, here’s a live video pinned to my fb page that I recorded yesterday, talking about how we are all healers, and how to bring your whole entire self into the work you do. I believe
Let’s release that which no longer serves us and set intentions for this next powerful New Moon! So that we can connect with one another from wherever we are, I decided to offer ceremony over phone! A lot has happened
last night I read a poem written by another poet, Alexis Pauline Gumbs. i embodied this poem with my own breath, my own flesh, my tongue. i let it live inside me. i let it breathe out like a ceremony.