Being able to drop everything
Arriving home, feeling nice and sweet
Rejoicing from the bottom of my heart
With Mother Oak and Father Pine
Don’t overthink it, and it will be perfect
Shouldn’t something be wrong?
Celebrating being alive with a family of heart people
Nothing is wrong.
Is there anything else?
Is there anything else.
The Movement is the Rhythm in Us
And now more than ever, as I watch the youth coming forward with #NEVERAGAIN & #MarchForOurLives, I see clearly that which I desired to contemplate here in Mexico this Winter- What does devotion look like? I will serve as a Guide for our Youth, but most importantly, I have their back, I will follow their lead.
You see the dancefloor is Church to me. It has been my refuge & sanctuary. It has been where I felt like I belonged to something greater. The rhythm, the beats. the lyrics inspire me & uplift me in times of trouble & celebration.
A big memory of myself as a youth growing up was me, in my room, walkman on, listening to music. This was my time that I enjoyed and it was also a time when I escaped- a coping skill when things got messy- for better or for worse. I don’t remember dreams much, but I do remember I used to dream in musicals sometimes. Folks expressing themselves; breaking out into song and dance to solve a problem, to declare their love. I watched old musicals with my Grandma. I was raised on MTV. I came of age on the dancefloor- a space in the 80's & 90's where my community felt safe to freely express their authentic self, to love and mix sweat with tears of those we have lost. I have evolved from making a mixtape for a friend; decorating the cassette to creating journeys through spotify for a larger listening. These impressions created in a young person, impactful after all these years, provide some information that I’m listening to intently and curious how this can be incorporated into meaningful work for social justice & my devotion to uplifting marginalized & oppressed voices, as well as, provide a tether to youth through the sounds that move them- The movement is the rhythm in us. Seeking creative ways to keep the faith- sounds like a whole lot of fun & a life lived thru a Queer Calling
With all that said, I'm here, I'm totally opening up my Labor of Love to you. If you or anyone you know feel drawn to Rites of Passage as a road-map to navigating change, that something here resonates with you or you are simply curious, come engage with me and Queer Odyssey.
Before, during & after Calais, France "The Jungle" 8 hour UK Control Zone detaining.
So much empathy for those trying to find their place after this experience.
My one & only time I have used a plane to travel in Europe was from Malaga, Spain to Stockholm, Sweden. The opportunity to rest, regroup & explore what direction to take next +++ with a dash of the unexpected. This, so far in my journey, was the first time some anxiety & future tripping put me in a bit of a sulk. Fears & doubts were on the edges of all my thoughts & I worked hard not to allow them to drive decision-making.
This beauty kept me found
I'll gladly come back to Portugal in 3 years to serve up some espressos & sandwiches to the boom boom of 24/7 trance music.
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Youth Passageways Network Ambassador
After 4 days of beautiful and powerful work, and marked by our first ever public event "Blessings and Beauty," the Youth Passageways 2016 Gathering has come to an end. A HUGE thank you to all who made the journey from both near and far. It was a deeply pivotal moment for this network and we've definitely begun to lay the foundation towards a future of seemingly endless possibilities. Let more and more voices join our circle to feed the dreaming of a better world for ALL our young people!
365 days on an island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean
There is something pretty special about being able to say, "yea, I lived in Hawaii for a year."
From the look on my face, I can see that there were times I wasn't quite sure what I had gotten myself into. And I'll be the first to admit, I don't always 'point positive', but here are some things I can say I'm proud of having done, accomplished, healed & faced.
So I write A Haiku Every Day To Save My Life- I did come to this island in the middle of the pacific ocean with an active volcano to do just that. And only now, 8 months being here, am I seeing any semblance of truly engaging in this effort, as longing becomes stillness & paradoxically movement, black & white becomes gray, control rejects me and the windows are cracked & the doors unlocked, inviting curiosity to return home. Gifting myself time every day to “looking....finding it everywhere”.
The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek. -Joseph Campbell