short story practice, feb 2022 /
Author: Beth Maiden
collaging earthseed (2020-21)
During the first years of the pandemic, Elena and I made a weekly project of collaging the verses of octavia e butler’s ‘Earthseed’. .
“tell the story of a scar”
he had always been gifted at sports of all kinds /
“i’ve got things i want to share that can’t be communicated via the usual ways”
“tell her story”
“time has two aspects”
the dance
one day the woman awoke
feeling strange.
At last
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
and dykes.
the spider
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.
and running.
the woman
once there was a woman who lived alone
baba yaga’s hut
they come to me for the stupidest things.
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Positive Obsession
a cup of tea
not sorry
“Dear Data”
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).
Unpacking the white supremacy in my shop curation
My white gaze undeniably determines what I do and don't stock. It's time to change this.
Choice Every Moment
Altar | Calan Gaeaf, reaching for the Moon
The Witch of Wands reaches up to the Moon. Her fire is her signal, an invitation to magic. She stands tall, reaching high.
Untitled (Mother)
The Story of the Nether Largie Stanes
"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."
The Fucking Feminine
Feed the soil, not the plant
Creating and supporting healthy, diverse, nourishing conditions for my business to grow in.
Then I danced
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
ES-periments
This month I am experimenting with:
* Overcoming nice girl conditioning
* DESIRE / dance
* Zero fucks
Altar | Full moon, lunar eclipse, the spaces between structure & freedom
the space between/
balance of/
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.
Altar | Summer Solstice, showing up for desire is a daily practice
Defining Capitalism
Literally, we are having our ‘selves’ sold back to us.
Moon stones oracle
a reminder of
constant flux, and you
a seed
a planet
an ocean
a husk
they are waymarkers on your path
Altar | Imbolc, new moon, first shoots of spring
May I allow what is incubating within me
the time and space
to come forth slowly,
in its own way.
