Sowing my seed A traveling seed, searching for fertile lands in the sharp frozen months of January. A moons wait, up and down shifting my waters, affecting the moods of the material. My source is my own homecoming. Picked up and carried against all nonconformity, through the dry cracked open lands, cut on the husks of once manifested miracles. I am no longer in Kansas searching for mountains. Reaching down past the icy shards that encrust the earth, no tools…
Born to Move Nomadically speaking, why do I insist on staying put? My inflexibility is my suffering. Out flows the dusty stagnation, the revitalization of recleaning the refrigerator, my baggage bursting at the seams. It feels unnatural to move when I just unpacked. Shived out of my own cell. “But, I want to stay!” “No”, says What Is. “You mustn’t.” Pain calls me back into my bodyhouse. I follow the signs towards better health. Knock, knock, Who’s there?You.Yoohoo? -the end- …
Dear Alaska,Who are you? Your super-natural presence in my life. Are you my mother, my home, yet you’re asking me to fledge the nest? Into what? Am I grown up now? When did that happen and how do I fly when I fear turbulence? Your rocky terrain of no man made substance is what feeds me through my soul starting at my feet. Fracturing my pillar while trying to do what is calling me into the next step. But I…
A monologue of how to live in Alaska, beyond survival. A poetic awakening of how the ‘Mountain Moved Me’. ————————————————————————————– Where do I belong when all I wanted was here? But ‘here’ showed me belonging is wherever I am. Not a place, nor space, wherever here is, I belong. The Mountain Moved Me…. Just when I thought we were complete. Life became alive, shockingly awake as if in my past I was only pretending. How little we see in the…
Soulful Abortion.A psychic mediumship’s experience on where they come from. There is no death. Just as there’s no beginning, only in-body awareness within our understanding of time. Here’s how it works from my experience with others and personally. They come way before conception. The babies. Possibly before you were even born, scientifically when you were in utero. Soul time is no-time, just orchestrated dances fed through absolute consciousness. Our beliefs and values hold no placement here. Your beloveds call you,…
She was naked, round belly full of promising life submerging into the Chilkat icy waters ritualizing her path into motherhood. Cloaked as a mountain goat I hugged all that she embodied, deliriously happy on the side of the road. Knee deep in the divine feminine. I keep meeting myself. Chance encounters, soft choices barely audible. What if I were to make the biggest move and put all I’ve got into the Universe? So, I did. With the help of my…
I’ve been told countless times to “move on”, from friends, from our mortgage broker, from the mountain itself. What if moving on required the honoring of being in it? This is what I’ve given myself. I allow the horror and give myself a side door exit when needed. I allow myself to witness the injustice, the unconsciousness to rise up exposing the very broken system in which we all are tethered to. I allow myself to feel the brutal reality…
My “storage is full.” My Drive can no longer hold anything more. There’s a trauma response to “having”. A house. A job. A led possibility. A seemingly causation of health matters. But does it matter and could we even be held responsible? When anything good arrives the question arises, ‘can I handle having this?’ Desires are long gone at this point. Just action, as if we’re being pulled through a force well beyond our strength. We can’t fight it, deny…
Unit number 33 Our treasures have a hard time holding joy when there’s no space to hold them. Brown boxed life, living out of storage units in three different states. I ponder why I need to share this story as I don’t mean to depress. I’m no longer in 100% survival mode, as we just got our ticket to freedom – our family is now on parole as of last week. Finally a remote job, a possibility to think beyond…
Photographer: Teri Podsiki
Sunrise over Haines, Alaska, light on the landslide, 1yr later.