the work of some hankies
practicing to free the self - 🌘 Waning Crescent Moon
“An essential ingredient in all recipes for social justice is self-determination: the ability to author your own life. To be the subject, rather than the object, of your life.” - Kel Kray from “Adults Just Don’t Understand: Checking Out Our Everyday Adultism”
🕸️ marginalia*
Yesterday, I finished six pieces and laid them down to watch them dry. Looking at my work and scanning my studio space, I saw countless processes in physical forms. My skin felt warm ~all glowy~ (I swear if you saw me then, I’d surrounded by a field of yellow, lovely reader), and my heart (a)light. I heard myself thinking “si m mouri demen m konnen I did what I came here to do” and I settled in my body, life in absolute ease for that moment.
In essence, the practice feels like a playful invitation to become, to become who I desire.
It is a generous and curious reflection to receive. I wonder what lives in it. What is living in my creative practice that is so delicious and feeding me?
So much of my creative practice seems connected to freedom of expression. I find it easier to be honest, vulnerable, and trust myself without the gaze of the “other.” It is one of the places I decide what I want to do. I look into my little heart and go, this, this, or this? The answer mostly does not matter unless it does. I can get very clear about those distinctions and the nuances that live in them. With as much clarity, I know vicirally when my system has a block. It is palatable and points me to points of constrictions in my narrative of myself. When that happens, I can go inside of myself and offer myself other choices of narratives or states of being open/expanded.
In essence, the practice feels like a playful invitation to become, to become who I desire.
Is that not an aspect of freedom?
It does not go unnoticed to me that the handkerchiefs have a certain affinity to the practice of flag-making by many Haitian artists.
🌾 florilegia - lavender
I’ve noticed on days and nights I include lavender in my teas, my dreamings are clear, and I can make active choices in them. Most of all, my recollection of them is impeccable.
Furthermore, They are holding my nervous system down especially in those moments I need to be held.
🌱 gratitude & grounding
Grateful for the hearth, fire places, and other sites of tending & transformation. I will ramble about fermentation another time, kind reader.
What practices are you cultivating that feel worthy of your life force? How do you know?
*the text is, as always, our entanglement