writing my bones

(so that the words become flesh and we might have a raucous time dancing in these bodies):

I am here to love and that is where I choose to center my doing. I live in the i-don’t-know and therefore, in faith. I do not ask for proof before trusting. I inhabit this body at the end of the Capitalocene and I choose to give my energy to tasks of re-membering humans to Earth.

At the time of this writing these tasks include studio time as prayers in materiality, relational availability for my community, a commitment to respond to the invitations of existence with presence (both it’s needs and it’s pleasures), and projects of collaboration. I read and write and share through gestures of correspondence and dissemination. These are projects of home making which reside in the headwaters of a witch’s hut. They are mutable and not entirely translatable. These are sacred medicines administered to myself which are all selves. These are not transactional, they abide by alternative economies not of this world. I prioritize theseI give these gifts freely because I love you and it gives me great joy to participate in our becoming in these ways. I make these initial and foundational choices and then surrender to Mystery and Wholeness, acknowledging that my sphere of influence ends here. I go forth in awe and in gratitude.

I accept that, at the time of this writing, I am forced to exchange money for survival. I choose to take on these tasks creatively, as subversively as possible, with attention and care to the relationships inherent in them. These tasks are responses to constructs I do not wish to reproduce. I do not align in any way to the underlying tenants of exploitation of capitalism and my aim to starve the system of my energy, attention, and sacred life-force to the greatest extent possible. I will do this by sharing the resources toward world-building and exuberant acts of play and connection. These are acts abiding in the arena of a wrastle match. Everything is sacred but some things are performative, contained within the ropes of a wrastlin ring. I choose to take on money-getting tasks with flamboyance and humor because we made this shit up and I wish to disidentify and denormalize the violence of the state and market. This is a spectacle, let’s recognize it as such and wherever there is suffering, choose different. At the time of this writing I choose to collect the collective in our desire for freedom. We shall operate as GONE ROGUE: so that I (which is always an iteration of we) will never not go rogue again. GONE ROGUE will get money as an affinity group, coalescing for the purposes of extracting money for our world-building efforts. These are taken on as adventures in hustling, we do not attach any sense of our value on the success or failure of these endeavors.

Reminders for myself:

Let intuition be your guide and see where it takes us. You can trust yourself (remain a trustworthy guide).

Perform in the wrastle match only as necessary, it is not the really-real, it is a practice that sustains the building of the world we want. Have fun with it and then be generous af.

You are not afraid of the numbers. The numbers guide your energy, accept needs as invitations, take on a posture of thanksgiving.

Nothing is fixed. Allow flow.