Marginalia
Essays. Blog. Blurbs. Everything in the edges.
Too many irons, not enough fire.
Essays and reflections written into relationship with Body, the Ancestors, dreams, death, belonging.
Safety is the First Altar
Safety is the ground from which every sacred thing grows.
Plant Harvest
Lughnasadh is about the plants, how they give, how we are in relationship with them.
Trauma Is Broken Relationship Before It Is Broken Biology
Healing can never be only an individual project. Communities matter. Accountability matters. Protected children matter. Healthy elders matter.
Body Keeps the Lore
Lore isn’t what happened. It isn’t static, pinned in place as a final tally. Neither is body.
Relationship Is the Original Medicine
If body keeps the lore, then relationship is how lore changes. I’ve said for decades now, healing doesn’t happen in isolation. It happens in relationship.
Dreams Are Conversations, Not Puzzles
Most dream teachers ask, "What does this symbol mean?"I ask, Why is this dream choosing this relationship, in this moment of your life? I'm a lifelong lucid dreamer, and because of that, dreams have...
Body Remembers the Commons
All living within the enclosure are shaped by the same rupture. Body remembers before colonization.
Independence is a Modern Myth
As I wrote in Gift of the Dreamtime, we don’t heal in isolation, but in community. And of course, community isn’t limited to other human-persons…
Body Remembers
Soul tending is remembering what body has always known, and owning the story of now.
Children Are Born Animists
Animism isn’t asking us to abandon reason or return to childhood. It isn’t pretending that every coincidence carries cosmic significance. Rather, it invites us to recover relationality in the everyday.
Body is Place
When we begin relating to body as place, healing shifts from fixing ourselves to tending relationship.
Dreaming of Food I can’t Eat, and an Odd Birthday Gift
What happens when you stop treating dreams as puzzles to solve and begin relating to them as conversations with Body? In the weeks following an unexpected body memory, my dreams became one of the clearest expressions of safety, grief, and healing I’ve ever experienced.