The other day, as we were walking home, I pointed out the clouds to my daughter. Strato-cumulus, I said, and over there, Cumulonimbus - such a great name to say out loud. She laughed and told me I should become a meteorologist because I was so excited to name the
belonging
What does it mean to belong? Even pigeons show us: gathering around their fallen kin in an act of return. As bell hooks wrote, “Only through discussion and disagreement could we begin to find a realistic standpoint.” Belonging is forged in struggle, refusal, and love.
It has taken me two full days to recover from being in a space with at least 200 people for a few days. Some of whom I knew, many of whom I did not. My day-to-day life is intentionally quiet. As a single parent, my energies go into my work,
Late last month, the young common swifts left the skies over Geneva for their annual migration to Western and Central Africa. They will return again next June, darting through the air in sharp arcs, scooping insects as they go. (Swifts are the O.G. aerial insectivores—able to feed on
I’m writing today with an important update about where I’ll be sharing my words, reflections, and offerings moving forward. After much thought, I’ve decided to move my writing to a new home: Ghost. Why the change? This is about alignment—between the work I do, the values
Tending
How do we tend to ourselves? What does tending look like when we are tired but still here? How do we do the work of remembrance when a forced famine—the most brutal expression of severance—is still unfolding? Lately I’ve been revising language—bios, titles, old stories. Not
Free Palestine
On boundaries, repair, and the work of staying in the web
TREES: A MICROCOSM is a refuge for those remembering how to belong—to their bodies, their communities, the land, and each other.
Hello again. It’s been a while. Three months, in fact. I’ve been living through a stretch of quiet—some of it intentional, some of it survival. You know how life gets loud in its own way even when you stop speaking out loud? That’s the space I’
The only medicine is to slow down, and be here now.
Black Earth Wisdom and Anam Cara.
Plus the over-40 peace of distancing yourself from the expectations of ideals.
A little love for those of us who, by choice or not, are not around other humans at the end of this year...
My last post on my Substack was in Jan 2024. I cringed a little reading that date and then immediately felt a wave of disappointment settle in my bones. The one thing that has saved me over and over in my life has been writing. I am a writer (a
Free Palestine, Free Congo, Free Sudan, Freedom from all Oppressors
Free Palestine - Our liberation has Always been interconnected.
The sunsetting of yet another women's rights organisation - White Ribbon Alliance - prompts questions around the responsibility of philanthropy to the women's movement space.
Originally published by Alliance Magazine 8 June 2023
I feel the space I am navigating these days in my cells and neural connections as a weight, a stick-y-ness, surrounded by echoes but no one thought truly stretched out enough in my mind to become coherent. The space is one of desiring balance - or at least a feeling
End of 2022 reflections