A space for creative writing exploring topics relevant to cultural or spiritual ecology, disability, and the arts. These are spontaneous responses from a place of lived experience.
Discovery
I don’t know why I’m here. I don’t belong here. I’m functioning, existing, but I’m only going through the motions, autopilot.
I’m isolated, on my own; can build no relationships. I search for the nourishment I need to survive in unlikely places.
As I search, I discover that I am not alone. I exist in a world that is full; full of kin that are not like me and are like me. Each of these kin also feeling alone, unbelonging. Some kin have existed for aeons and survive as a fragment that has been severed from their whole; multiplied. Some kin have been through metamorphosis and have found new ways of being and relating.
I don’t need kin that look like me or live like me. I don’t need kin that know like me or exist like me.
I need the kin that I can be in relationship with, who I can share being a being with. Reciprocity.
In Ana’s Spaces II
Sensations Beyond
What are the words? Are there any left?
Why is it words that we reach for to describe, explain, relate? I’m looking for a texture for how I feel now. You can’t understand my existence without knowing this feeling. So it’s a texture I need, not words. Not sounds, rarely sounds.
Fractured egg shells and cactus spines. Chalk on a blackboard. Citrus in a paper cut. Metal on metal squealing of train brakes. Cracked surface of desiccated clay. Steel wool on skin.
Finding a new language by default as I change form. A different way of being translated into a different way of knowing. Knowing without words, without stream of consciousness; beyond conscious thought there is sensation.
