the forest changes daily. winter – Her bare bones barely holding. And now, summer, the paths have narrowed in bloom with aliveness. Every morning, the Body of Earth changes a little: not even a second of stagnancy or doubt shadows Her surface. And just like that, our Body too mimics the movement of the EarthContinue reading “i change shape daily”
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loosen into presence
Learn to grasp the transient nature of things. You can never completely recreate the past, no matter how hard you try to push soul back into things that have already died. Let them die. Anchor yourself into what is being birthed for you now. Each joy in its intensity, each moment is here just forContinue reading “loosen into presence”
Romanian Diaries: home within
Part II Today, I arrive at my grandparents’ meagre home in a small village. I see my ninety year old grandfather after a decade. My eyes crack open with tears of joy as his palms feel my face, my cheeks, perhaps he is checking whether I am real. Am I really here? He is oldContinue reading “Romanian Diaries: home within”
Romanian Diaries: Homecoming
Part I Arriving I honour the women from my land, women that fought their way through the wars of their men. Who fought silently, with no guns to carry and bullets to load, but with bread baking and blisters on their knees from so much praying. This, I do for them. I return after soContinue reading “Romanian Diaries: Homecoming”
Two
Choosing the world as much as choosing it not. Always grappled with the in-between. Not quite there, in one fully or the other. Migrating like a bird, or swinging like a mad pendulum from one to the other. A neurosis of some sort, yearning for intensity in both. I want to feel it deeply, madly.Continue reading “Two”
I do this for you
I do this for you, little girl concealed under a folding of the heart. Shrinking is no longer an option. I reach down, squeeze my hand through the roots my past, under the ground, I reach down to find you. Pull you upwards by your neck. I look at you whisper I love you This Continue reading “I do this for you”
my home hurts
Start packing, we’re leaving next week. I was fourteen when I watched my home shrink and disappear from the round window of a cramped plane. Friends, music band, teachers, family, home, fields, mountains, grandmother, streets, language, dog – all left behind, becoming smaller, and disappearing as I trudged with a heavy suitcase. My face wasContinue reading “my home hurts”
before, i was dying
A chapter from my story towards healing I felt alive only when my blood would seep through with adrenaline: the numbing excitement, the buzzing of sensation through my body. It would be familiar yet always new, different – what will it bring this time? I constructed my life like an addict, ensuring that my nextContinue reading “before, i was dying”
Body remembers
Start gentle with holding, with loving those parts that others broke open. Your cells are folding around the memory, but help them forget. Talk to your body in whispering sound: it’s over now, I hold you into safety. It’s over now and your spiral life is unraveling each day, each day closer to the homecoming. Continue reading “Body remembers”
Last to let go
I let my body paint the story. My hands trace our beginning within space, my hips circle into spirals dancing our story that never ends. Our story that never ends but takes different shapes each year. This year shaped into absence, the space that remained, missing; From too much to a lack of feeling. FromContinue reading “Last to let go”
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