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Maria Nilad's avatar

I resonate with what you write about humbling ourselves to the ancient knowledge of the Earth. Indeed. The land is wiser than we can comprehend.

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Mx. PunkRogers's avatar

I love that you’re speaking to love—because, as so many revolutionaries have known, it’s at the core of everything we need most. For me, falling back in love with the Earth was only possible through an intimate, daily relationship with it, something almost forced upon me over the last two years. I had to work through my biases, my fears, and that deep sense of foreignness—all the ridiculous projections I’d made about its intentions. It felt a lot like the anti-racism work I’ve done, where I've had to face the invisible wall of fear and shut down that kept me separate, and confront the discomfort. I remember the mad love I had for the land as a child, but it’s been, and is going to be, a long, winding road back.

Leo Buscaglia and bell hooks came to mind—their words on love as action. My family didn't give me much of that growing up. My culture-white supremacy, cis-hetero patriarchy, none of that was about love either. I have gotten it piecemeal over the years, and it’s taken a while to put them together. I must show up, again and again. I must tend to it, nourish it, be present with it. This is how I’ve come to fall in love again—through the rituals of land spirit work and actually digging in dirt. But it’s still fragile, a seedling. Now I find myself on the other side of the pond on foreign land and reworking all that again and awkwardly trying to figure it out.

As for reindigenizing myself—hell, I don’t know if that will ever happen. But I’m ready for the work. And I’m clear it’ll take time, effort, and most of all, community. Support with people like you who are also mending these old, dusty, but very real connections. We can’t do this alone! Thank you for your words and work <3

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