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Dear all of you unraveling ,

I love you. And I believe in you despite the heavy lifting that must be done to ratify your true nature
Hollywood has never been a safe place for your daughters or sons. I remember so many moments of harassment, of assessment of value based on breast size , of belittling intellect ,individuality, independence of thought ,hearing rumors of assault , seeing the open wounds everywhere I looked. Assault and harassment are like salt and pepper to the power hungry scene of Los Angeles. A little bit for every meal. And a little bit goes a long way.
I'm astonished for my deep and instant love for the women that finally spoke out. Together. They were stronger together. Undeniable. Unsinkable. We are always stronger together. Thank you.
Our voice is the antithesis of a weapon. It can be used to evoke great change without bloodshed. It can topple empires without engaging in warfare.
Im celebrating this long needed wake up call by clearing out room for what a new normal can look like. Letting this hole sit empty while we tend to this space and heal. This regime of rape culture is coming to an end. Amen
Glimpses of the invisible or how I might teach my son about the afterlife. 35 mm film with damage ,dust and debris
The whole of the world. Upside down. Literally. And maybe it's good thing, a sign of things to come. It's always darkest before the light or something like that ?
after identity , the after after party//// revisiting old miracles , like old friends
entertaining former selves around a table of thought
made beautiful by tea and porcelain and time
dancing with my 20’s and laughing with my last year spent alone
and when the evening comes for my nostalgia
i place no shame on my sadness
the bittersweet remains of the day
i walk each love to the door
and kiss each identity and incarnation of me
gathering their belongings that no longer belong to me
and send them all on their way
there is such a peace in the aftermath of longing
there is comfort in knowing that one day they may decide to stay
but tonight, I’m better off for the knowing
that i am perfect
in who i am today.
**Just some thoughts on shared suffering, personal growth and the way to climb out of this deep karmic chasm we are in of longstanding abuse to ourselves and all life on this planet and purposeful ignorance towards knowing we are whole. ** Myanmar is burning and crimes against humanity is not a drinking game. The worlds oceans are turning against us and the tide of what has been is creating a whirlwind out of our new norm. Hundreds of thousands of people displaced from where they call home. Children born whole, are left ravaged by the storms of neglect and hate and ruin. We, the few , the still haves and the haves too much are motionless. Caught between what real action means and waiting it seems for the light to turn green.
I am bound to you. You are bound to me. Bound together , by cell and atom and purpose and place. In this world of overpopulation and satellites, there is no blind eye to turn to when our hearts go numb.
There are no words to make good the mindless consent of consumption. We are all guilty. We are all suffering. We all have healing to be done.
And if we , this giant, living ,woven together collective of humanity is truely tied together than the work is clear. Heal ourselves. Transform our pain no matter how small. And allow that act to ripple outward till we are all vibrating from a wellspring of wholeness.
The. Best. Thing. About. Being. Human.
Tears of gratitude , like a sudden rain, turning my whole field bright overnight. How surprising to see how well pain lessens when shared. When planted in the open for all to see. And how being seen is enough. Our makeshift photosynthesis. Turning awareness into light. How beautiful reciprocated healing can be. I can't thank the insta-tribe of mothers, sisters, daughters and sons enough, for sharing yours so in turn mine can feel less heavy. So much love to you all and gratitude and growth.
Motherhood , depression and self worth.
I don't have anything beautiful to say. Except that this struggle is real. The sharp edges are too much to hold without compassion. I'm struggling with this . Compassion for myself and this moment of growth in my life. I know I am not alone in this. I guess I just needed to share, in hopes of being seen and feeling not so very much alone.
For you I will make my skin impenetrable against the wind and the blackberry bramble. I will let it tear and bleed with grace and strength. I will take your pain and your fear and your skin bruised soft by falls and kiss them over and over again until you find your courage . I can not give you courage. I can only show you mine. You will decide for yourself how you will grow. I can only hold you in my arms for so long until they too become unnecessary to demonstrate what safety is . You will hold the imprint of our life together in your skin. You will lead me to my chair. And carry the weight of the world on your shoulders. You will carry my groceries. You will protect me from the wind and the sharp edges of your heartbreaks. You will be alone in a world full of chaos. It will be your choice who to love, how to love and how to let go of fear. All I can do is show you , my dear boy, what it is to be a human , in the long history of being human , on a planet at the edge of another collapse ,during the fall of an empire convoluted with so much hate.
I can only lead by example one step at a time. I can only show you how our history lives in our skin, the good and the bad and the ugly of it. I can only teach you rituals of gratitude and love and hope that the millionth time we greet the sun in awe, it sticks. There's only so much I can do for you until you must do it for yourself. I must let you go, as one day you must let me go. I believe in our story here on earth and here together. I believe in you. And I believe in the oldest thread of revolutionary truth, LOVE.
#heatherheyer #magnifytruth #magnifylove #raisingthenextgenerationOfhealers #mothersunite
Transformation//What a strange miracle you are. Gifting ease, hand in hand with maladies. Awkward, abrupt, abundant. You turn me into truth every time.
Reciprocity, a conscious woman's porn // Reading about companion planting like it's a romance novel. Amazing how each plant does what it does for its own growth ( self center growth) and as it happens ,when the individual flourishes so does the whole. #truelove #braidingsweetgrass
Self timer // only so much can be premeditated // the rest is for the birds
I might have a 24 hour print sale before we move on Monday , as i have many mAny odds and ends prints and I no longer want to store them. eBay? Craigslist ? Instastory? I'm not sure whats the best, easiest, most efficient way of doing this? I just want people to pay what they like. Donate/ bidding based, enough for shipping and such. Would love to hear insight/ ideas/ feedback ?
The prayer position is one he naturally commands from me. Children are such great leaders/ teachers. I see all of humanity in his joy and in his impatience . His size demands tender care and kneeling in awe and assistance. Yes they grow fast. But we grow so slow it's nice to be reminded that everything is passing...into something else constantly. That there is no constant with children except that they will always change. And oh what an amazing lesson. To love what is there not what was.
Fixing our vanagon up to make her a small and wonderful temporary home. Driving north till we find affordable land to tend and grow on. Be it land we buy, land we communally own or land that is gifted toward sustainable stewardship. If you have any energy, insights or offerings towards our journey DM me. We love you. ❤️ Jena, Ethan and Ode.