Before my gender there was a perspective. A looking between and around. I made a pre verbal pact with myself to feel life as it comes not as it was dictated to me. And to never be afraid to change. This is what my transness is to me. Some might think that with all that is going on, all the anti-trans attacks that what is happening is about a small minority of people. It’s not. It’s about each of us. And whether or not we can envision relations that welcome us to really meet each other as we are. Or if we intend to continue with these performances and projections that police and endanger difference. There is an expression that is uniquely, beautifully you. I hope you allow it. I hope we celebrate and protect the ones who insist on being free. I hope we know how powerful and beautiful we really are. #transdayofvisibility #tdov
Monday existential feels.
Monday existential feels.
Quite honestly, this year has been a beast in every way. And I’m starting to learn the lessons of it enough to say thank you. I’m starting to let go enough to let spirit take over. I’m learning again that boundaries are love because loss and shame will try to convince you love is compliance or silence. I’m still learning that forgiveness and accountability are not a package. They support the other but do not depend on each other the way we think they do. I’m learning to bring everything into the light of love, myself and others. We’re all worthy. And I’m grateful to my people who teach me this. I’m grateful from the depths of it all. Thank you for helping me feel every drop of this heartbreaking, breathtaking, almost unbearable life.
Emotions are used politically. *captions won’t work the whole video for some reason. will reupload when I can get it to work.
I am currently in the south of France chasing the ghost of Baldwin (again) and finishing this book at odd hours. I walked the road to his house yesterday, but I turned around before I got there. They’ve made it into condos. The town tried to forget him, but didn’t account for the weirdos like me who make the pilgrimage and refuse to let him die. I prefer to imagine his walks at night, like mine, crooked and intoxicated, a sly smile under the bougainvilleas. The flat I’m staying in is above a cafe owned by the only other Black person I’ve seen in many days. I asked her if she knew anything about Baldwin. Turns out her father made a sculpture of him she promised to find for me. She asked me if I knew her cousin in Chicago. I don’t. I had google translate say on my behalf that we’d probably been in Chicago at the same time, but there are so many of us there we wouldn’t have known to look for each other. I said it more for my sake than hers. I’m not sure she got my message. Anyway, it’s very sweet here and I’m having a lot of what I call fun. 1. Medieval wall bathroom selfies 2. My travel alter ego drinks coffee, and regrets it. 3. Saint Paul de Vence, dead or alive 4. Morning breeze in the flat 5. Villeneuve Loubet 6. A sculpture at the entrance of the village that brings me joy 7. A sign warning against vague immersion
I am currently in the south of France chasing the ghost of Baldwin (again) and finishing this book at odd hours. I walked the road to his house yesterday, but I turned around before I got there. They’ve made it into condos. The town tried to forget him, but didn’t account for the weirdos like me who make the pilgrimage and refuse to let him die. I prefer to imagine his walks at night, like mine, crooked and intoxicated, a sly smile under the bougainvilleas. The flat I’m staying in is above a cafe owned by the only other Black person I’ve seen in many days. I asked her if she knew anything about Baldwin. Turns out her father made a sculpture of him she promised to find for me. She asked me if I knew her cousin in Chicago. I don’t. I had google translate say on my behalf that we’d probably been in Chicago at the same time, but there are so many of us there we wouldn’t have known to look for each other. I said it more for my sake than hers. I’m not sure she got my message. Anyway, it’s very sweet here and I’m having a lot of what I call fun. 1. Medieval wall bathroom selfies 2. My travel alter ego drinks coffee, and regrets it. 3. Saint Paul de Vence, dead or alive 4. Morning breeze in the flat 5. Villeneuve Loubet 6. A sculpture at the entrance of the village that brings me joy 7. A sign warning against vague immersion
I am currently in the south of France chasing the ghost of Baldwin (again) and finishing this book at odd hours. I walked the road to his house yesterday, but I turned around before I got there. They’ve made it into condos. The town tried to forget him, but didn’t account for the weirdos like me who make the pilgrimage and refuse to let him die. I prefer to imagine his walks at night, like mine, crooked and intoxicated, a sly smile under the bougainvilleas. The flat I’m staying in is above a cafe owned by the only other Black person I’ve seen in many days. I asked her if she knew anything about Baldwin. Turns out her father made a sculpture of him she promised to find for me. She asked me if I knew her cousin in Chicago. I don’t. I had google translate say on my behalf that we’d probably been in Chicago at the same time, but there are so many of us there we wouldn’t have known to look for each other. I said it more for my sake than hers. I’m not sure she got my message. Anyway, it’s very sweet here and I’m having a lot of what I call fun. 1. Medieval wall bathroom selfies 2. My travel alter ego drinks coffee, and regrets it. 3. Saint Paul de Vence, dead or alive 4. Morning breeze in the flat 5. Villeneuve Loubet 6. A sculpture at the entrance of the village that brings me joy 7. A sign warning against vague immersion
I am currently in the south of France chasing the ghost of Baldwin (again) and finishing this book at odd hours. I walked the road to his house yesterday, but I turned around before I got there. They’ve made it into condos. The town tried to forget him, but didn’t account for the weirdos like me who make the pilgrimage and refuse to let him die. I prefer to imagine his walks at night, like mine, crooked and intoxicated, a sly smile under the bougainvilleas. The flat I’m staying in is above a cafe owned by the only other Black person I’ve seen in many days. I asked her if she knew anything about Baldwin. Turns out her father made a sculpture of him she promised to find for me. She asked me if I knew her cousin in Chicago. I don’t. I had google translate say on my behalf that we’d probably been in Chicago at the same time, but there are so many of us there we wouldn’t have known to look for each other. I said it more for my sake than hers. I’m not sure she got my message. Anyway, it’s very sweet here and I’m having a lot of what I call fun. 1. Medieval wall bathroom selfies 2. My travel alter ego drinks coffee, and regrets it. 3. Saint Paul de Vence, dead or alive 4. Morning breeze in the flat 5. Villeneuve Loubet 6. A sculpture at the entrance of the village that brings me joy 7. A sign warning against vague immersion
I am currently in the south of France chasing the ghost of Baldwin (again) and finishing this book at odd hours. I walked the road to his house yesterday, but I turned around before I got there. They’ve made it into condos. The town tried to forget him, but didn’t account for the weirdos like me who make the pilgrimage and refuse to let him die. I prefer to imagine his walks at night, like mine, crooked and intoxicated, a sly smile under the bougainvilleas. The flat I’m staying in is above a cafe owned by the only other Black person I’ve seen in many days. I asked her if she knew anything about Baldwin. Turns out her father made a sculpture of him she promised to find for me. She asked me if I knew her cousin in Chicago. I don’t. I had google translate say on my behalf that we’d probably been in Chicago at the same time, but there are so many of us there we wouldn’t have known to look for each other. I said it more for my sake than hers. I’m not sure she got my message. Anyway, it’s very sweet here and I’m having a lot of what I call fun. 1. Medieval wall bathroom selfies 2. My travel alter ego drinks coffee, and regrets it. 3. Saint Paul de Vence, dead or alive 4. Morning breeze in the flat 5. Villeneuve Loubet 6. A sculpture at the entrance of the village that brings me joy 7. A sign warning against vague immersion
I am currently in the south of France chasing the ghost of Baldwin (again) and finishing this book at odd hours. I walked the road to his house yesterday, but I turned around before I got there. They’ve made it into condos. The town tried to forget him, but didn’t account for the weirdos like me who make the pilgrimage and refuse to let him die. I prefer to imagine his walks at night, like mine, crooked and intoxicated, a sly smile under the bougainvilleas. The flat I’m staying in is above a cafe owned by the only other Black person I’ve seen in many days. I asked her if she knew anything about Baldwin. Turns out her father made a sculpture of him she promised to find for me. She asked me if I knew her cousin in Chicago. I don’t. I had google translate say on my behalf that we’d probably been in Chicago at the same time, but there are so many of us there we wouldn’t have known to look for each other. I said it more for my sake than hers. I’m not sure she got my message. Anyway, it’s very sweet here and I’m having a lot of what I call fun. 1. Medieval wall bathroom selfies 2. My travel alter ego drinks coffee, and regrets it. 3. Saint Paul de Vence, dead or alive 4. Morning breeze in the flat 5. Villeneuve Loubet 6. A sculpture at the entrance of the village that brings me joy 7. A sign warning against vague immersion
I am currently in the south of France chasing the ghost of Baldwin (again) and finishing this book at odd hours. I walked the road to his house yesterday, but I turned around before I got there. They’ve made it into condos. The town tried to forget him, but didn’t account for the weirdos like me who make the pilgrimage and refuse to let him die. I prefer to imagine his walks at night, like mine, crooked and intoxicated, a sly smile under the bougainvilleas. The flat I’m staying in is above a cafe owned by the only other Black person I’ve seen in many days. I asked her if she knew anything about Baldwin. Turns out her father made a sculpture of him she promised to find for me. She asked me if I knew her cousin in Chicago. I don’t. I had google translate say on my behalf that we’d probably been in Chicago at the same time, but there are so many of us there we wouldn’t have known to look for each other. I said it more for my sake than hers. I’m not sure she got my message. Anyway, it’s very sweet here and I’m having a lot of what I call fun. 1. Medieval wall bathroom selfies 2. My travel alter ego drinks coffee, and regrets it. 3. Saint Paul de Vence, dead or alive 4. Morning breeze in the flat 5. Villeneuve Loubet 6. A sculpture at the entrance of the village that brings me joy 7. A sign warning against vague immersion
I think I have secret math skills. Is there a name for this phenomena? Embodied calculations? #priceisright #supermarketsweep
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Grateful we’re exploring this tension together. How do we heal, where do we heal when there is so much to do. Honored to be among such love and power filled company in @misstonimichelle, @thenapministry and others and held in the brilliance of @thesamhita. Check out the full article at @nationmag: https://www.thenation.com/article/society/social-justice-trauma-healing/
“I feel therefore I can be free.” Audre Lorde Embodiment practice with Audre Lorde’s ‘Poetry is Not a Luxury’ essay. @the.embodiment.institute
The Practice Ground @the.embodiment.institute is launching soon. We’re building virtual community, nurturing our commitments, and practicing together. This is not a space to be perfect, but it is a space for people trying to change and make change. Join us.
In Issue Four, Alice Grandoit-Šutka holds a conversation with teacher, embodiment coach, writer, and conflict facilitator, Prentis Hemphill. Prentis shares their definitions and practices of somatics and embodiment, what design can learn from practices of embodiment, how they’ve come to define place and trace the interrelationship between their body and the landscape, from growing up on a prairie, to their 7 years living in Kāneʻohe Bay, Hawai’i, and settling in the lushness of North Carolina, “We are shaped by our experiences—the ones we categorize as positive and the ones we categorize as negative. We are shaped by other human beings. We are shaped by trees and plants, even if we don’t acknowledge that. And we are shaped by the absence of them as well.” Read the full piece in Deem Issue Four, “A Sense of Place.”
The last few years have taught us that gathering together is a sacred gift, something to cherish and not take for granted. Sharing space with community, building intimacy, is poetry. Join us for “Gather” our first, in-person and social convening as The Embodiment Institute where we call home – Durham, North Carolina. On Saturday, September 9, 2023 from 6:00-8:00pm you are invited to our first coming out party in a small, intimate setting. Together, in this precious moment in time, we will eat good food, talk about our dreams, and manifest our future together. Together, we can bring intention into how we want to be as a collective and how we move towards an embodied future. What do we need to feel? What do we wish for on a cellular level? How can we find and affirm that knowledge in our bodies? This gathering is an invitation to explore these questions through dialogue, like that of moss on stone, and digestion. We will be meeting in Durham, North Carolina. TEI Co-Founders, Kasha and Prentis, will speak alongside team members visiting from across the country and local friends of the organwization that help guide and inform our work. We are grateful for the work that you do alongside us and for the possibility to build connections. Tickets are on a sliding scale from $75-$300. This goes to recuperating the cost of food and set up for the event. Beyond that, your gift will support our work. 🌱Link in bio
