I grew up in a world where all of the stories I heard were based on a two-sided binary. Male vs female, then vs now, war vs peace, day vs night, good vs bad were presented to me as the unarguable basis for everything else in the stories I heard as a child. What IContinue reading “A Labrys of Twins and Pairs”
I lived most of my life thinking that my experience as a non-binary spirit worker was so unusual and shameful that I shouldn’t acknowledge it, not event to myself. In more recent times, I have had the opportunity to listen and hold space as I hear story after story from other people who are inContinue reading “The World and I talk about me.”
Even if my mind does not remember the stories, songs, and dances the ancestors of my path did for connection, healing and seasonal celebration, my body remembers how to listen for their voices if I can learn to hear. My dreams know how to sing if I can hold their gifts with gentle care. MyContinue reading “Remembering how to be me.”
You can see me in two rivers As they dance into each other Becoming one again My touch is found At your edges in a dream When you are slipping into water You can hear me in a flower Turning towards the morning sun To speak a voice outside of time My taste lives inContinue reading “Call My Name”
A calendar can be many things. It can tell me when to go to school, when to eat dinner, when to go to school, and a myriad of other mundane things. There is value in all of those things, but they are not the only things a calendar can do. A calendar can also beContinue reading “Sailing by the Stars”
I live in a literate culture. Now, even more than ever, communication takes place through the 2-dimensional mediums of text and image. Video chat has taken the place of face-to-face meetings in many contexts, texting has replaced hours of phone calls and I have comment threads instead of conversations with several people at once. IContinue reading “What do you honor by your presence?”
One I know what it is to be broken Two Body parts packaged Three Claimed by Medicine Four That I would not Five Move ankle, neck, wrist or knee Six Again like I used to Seven Every movement in pain Eight Memories of what is no longer Nine These numbers are distracting Ten Can’t IContinue reading “Counting and learning”
A circle made By learning feet Above the roots As walnuts fall Left unused As ashes rain A sky of orange A plume of smoke Calling friends Are you OK? My people safe Their towns in flames I breathe in A piece of place Something sacred Made by fire From trees I loved Animals IContinue reading “Around The Tree”
A flower is what comes up from the earth and makes new things burst into now from the past so that the future can come to be.
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