Bodies

I love bodies.

I love curve, curl and crunch.

I love breath, and hands, and awakeness, blinking.

I love the cool, giving floor along the plain of my foot, finding new terrain in each peach-petal step.

I love our heads, our hair, our necks, and the way we extend from here into the beyond …Read More

TO WHITE PEOPLE, when a POC points out your privilege, asks you to stop, and you feel hella defensive:

Look, your ancestors’ ancestors’ ancestors’ were close to Native American people of 500 years ago in that they were connected to land and a kind of migration/cyclical/seasonal-as-time geo-temporal spirituality, but something happened and they (your ancestors) got hit with a thought that broke their …Read More