A mantra I mutter to myself 10-100 times a day as a grounding exercise. Sometimes with different inflection. Sometimes in the company of others. Sometimes in the company of oak trees that have lived through far more change than I could possibly imagine. No matter what it grounds me.

Democracy is crumbling, oligarchs are on the rise across the world. Right here at home the star of this illogical timeline shaped like a reality tv show is braggadociously leading the charge.

Interest, engagement & funding for critical climate justice is being yanked backwards in time. People are being swept off the street. With this comes the crumbling of any chance of change inside American institutions. Fear mongering propaganda is being shaped as “free speech”.

It is scary.

The masks are off.

It’s an upside-down time when empathy, story and clarity are desperately needed.

Amidst this moment I am wrapping up a 7 year cycle of seasonal migration.

My relationship to migration is not “over forever”. I know better than to challenge change in that way,…read more on the Wax Pot