short story practice, feb 2022 /
During the first years of the pandemic, Elena and I made a weekly project of collaging the verses of octavia e butler’s ‘Earthseed’. .
he had always been gifted at sports of all kinds /
assignment set by bridget
I wrote baba yaga’s hut in response to this assignment.
assignment set by elena
one day the woman awoke
we are drunk for the first time
in the foothills
of cadair idris
fresh out of school where for five years they called us lemons
the woman remembered
the swivel of shod hooves on the dusty road
voices of strangers passing
blinding sunlight in the post office window
men’s hands, reaching
music at the market.
once there was a woman who lived alone
they come to me for the stupidest things.
An esperiment in doing one thing at a time.
Exploring and sharing the secret parts of ourselves (an ongoing project between my friend and I rooted in Emergent Strategy and Octavia Butler's Parables novels).
My white gaze undeniably determines what I do and don't stock. It's time to change this.
New year collage 2020
The Witch of Wands reaches up to the Moon. Her fire is her signal, an invitation to magic. She stands tall, reaching high.
sea, ever changing, ever constant.
what do you know about mother?
you cannot know mother.
"Mooooooon!" Earth would call up into the darkness. "Gealllaaaach! Come down here and talk with me, for I long for a sister who understands me, and I feel you could be the one."
For the full moon in Pisces.
Creating and supporting healthy, diverse, nourishing conditions for my business to grow in.
Twenty seconds in the wave came up through my body
I was sobbing
moved through it
breathed through it
I threw the weirdest shapes
got out of my head
let my body lead
This month I am experimenting with:
* Overcoming nice girl conditioning
* DESIRE / dance
* Zero fucks
the space between/
shift back and forth between
structure and freedom. commitment and spontaneity.
Doing the work, seeing it through, and still being open to what’s new and exciting.
An altar to witness my commitment to self in an anxious, stuck-feeling moment.
Literally, we are having our ‘selves’ sold back to us.
a reminder of
constant flux, and you
they are waymarkers on your path
May I allow what is incubating within me
the time and space
to come forth slowly,
in its own way.
A poster to celebrate the full and new moons of the wheel of the year in 2019.