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“teach others to See by Seeing.

teach others to Understand by Understanding.

lead others to Walk by Walking.

but walk Beside them and not in Front.

walk With them as i walk With you.

and we shall see these coming days already in fruition,

in every righteous action resolving inaction,

in every fiery force of Love dissolving fear.”

— THE BOOK OF LEGEND, 2019.

SEEK + YOU SHALL FIND

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Decisions We Make While We Dream (2012)

TRAVERSALS (2014)

WILDLIGHT (2018)

THE BOOK OF LEGEND (2019)

INSTAGRAM ADVENTURES

i think it was the moment i was holding the speaker over my head playing the beautiful atmospheric music + water sounds, as chris, grace + jennifer were dancing, with our group of travellers walking forward, behind them-- that i was caught suddenly by the emotion i still feel now, when i think about it. We Did It. we were Doing It. bringing her up. flowing with aliveness. For Her. With Her.

#forthedepthsofus Today. 🌹

i was a different person before i met sunswick creek. i was a different person before All That Happened in the last year, the last nearly eight months. i keep talking about it, writing about it, obsessing over it, trying to heal it, cleanse it, make meaning from it, read more, eat more, i keep letting the pain steer me in sharp-angled directions, maybe--

i fell asleep with all my xmas lights on, again. i wake, almost 5am, to the last words on the otherwise blank page i wrote last night: how often is she turned into the victim? did i mean sunswick? did i mean persephone? did i mean myself? did i mean the earth? it's All swirling. i'm thinking of sophie strand's words. and undercity steve duncan's. and how Her story has been told. how My story has been told. the words i've written since last sunday that i've pulled back down off the internet. the tumult in my body, in my heart. what do i, we, Make of all these things? the soft bluing light through my window, the moon? i started this last fall turning winter by singing to the sewer. i couldn't change where she was, queen of the underworld. queen of the Depths. can i love her As She Is? can i love her As mySelf? [...]

"I think the dominant cultural paradigm is we must be constantly progressing, integrating, healing, so that we can get back to work, and that for survivors of violence and sexual trauma, and illnesses that don't have a cure, those narratives don't work, they don't map on to our lived experience.

maybe it can be Different this time.

found this bible in the ravenswood mini library during my #sunswickcreek walk. open to the page that says 'water flowing from the temple' 🌊 [...]

we do not decide our Work. we Live into it. the Soul only knows the Depths of our Possibilities. there is no way for mortal/egoic mind to conceive Wildest Dreams. how do we accept medicine? how do we begin to notice advice we are giving others may have a thing or two to do with ourselves? how do we Open to Love when we are afraid? how do we let our bodies bloom like the forest on the breaking-edge of summer, moist and suffuse; many years ago i hurled myself through the plate glass window i thought was reality and stood bleeding until i pulled the fragments out of my skin and reassembled The Mirror; the Fractalization of which, Among Worlds, has always been mySelf. the heat in this wood is Me, the Poetry more Primordial than we have words for but i'll Keep Trying; what else would we do with All This Time? [...]

We Will Always Find Each Other Here

The Hierophany of Betrayal

As We Forgive Those Who Trespass Against Us

"I feel we have inherited an adolescent form of Romanticism. The reason being that as a culture we are frozen exactly there: perpetually teenage and with maxed-out minds, stressed-out souls. Our initiations are usually accidental not formal, rarely given the dignity of community attention. And that attention is not a vanity, it's essential for such experiences growing-us-up. We are meant to be witnessed. Certain experiences need to be exteriorised, ritualised, to help us witness quite what has changed in us. Otherwise we can stay as children for the longest time."

coyote sez let's goooo 🐺🖤🌈

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