I am moved by the way Mother Nature demonstrates her power. Her relentless hurricanes laughing through our lousy infrastructure, her arctic glaciers melting as if to a conductor’s cue, her sultry wildfires licking at million-dollar timeshare homes like an infected wound. What happens when colonization extracts everything from the Earth but it still isn’t enough? Cognitively we understand that we face the annihilation of not only humanity but our non-human relatives also, as r

It feels strange to heal in a traumatized world. I bubbled up to the surface expecting to catch up on what untraumatized people had been up to, but quickly realized that most people are still traumatized. It reminds me of days I spent aimlessly driving through suburbia, lost in miles upon miles of strip malls, searching for meaning somewhere along the asphalt. Millions of acres of indigenous land paved over with the cement of false promises. I cry when watching videos about t

The ancient Chinese viewed rituals, people, animals, plants, and the land as inseparable. I have been learning about the complex relationship between Chinese occultism, Confucianism, Daoist magic, and esoteric Buddhist traditions via @bellwen. In the Neolithic period, centuries before the birth of Christ, the imperial historian Cangjie invented writing based on the footprints of birds. During the Xia dynasty, shamanic practices facilitated a harmony between gods, people, and

My parents were like yin and yang, the darkest and lightest energies I have ever known. Yin is the expansive night sky, the womb of existence which envelops us all, and her lunar cycles govern all life. Yang is the sun, stunning and powerful yes, but a finite star in the infinite expanse of the universe. I have always dreamed of a love beyond what my parents could provide. I learned how to dance with other peoples’ energy but not my own. My darkness became too powerful to be