embodied words. preserving the sacred & co-creating the new. following a divine calling to revitalise my ancestral village 🌗
The land is still sacred. Humans have forgotten that they are.
Sharing wisdom from my body as it heals. Words transmuted from physical pain. When we heal ourselves and our bodies, we heal the world around us. Regenerating the world around us starts from within. When you stop and stare, the land speaks. It shines just for you. It flirts, it charms, it is radiant. A reminder, it’s still got it, its magic. For anyone that cares to pause for long enough to see. From the balcony, I remember, it’s the land thats still sacred and it’s surrounded by monsters. If...
The land is still sacred. Humans have forgotten that they are.
Sharing wisdom from my body as it heals. Words transmuted from physical pain. When we heal ourselves and our bodies, we heal the world around us. Regenerating the world around us starts from within. When you stop and stare, the land speaks. It shines just for you. It flirts, it charms, it is radiant. A reminder, it’s still got it, its magic. For anyone that cares to pause for long enough to see. From the balcony, I remember, it’s the land thats still sacred and it’s surrounded by monsters. If...
Where others see death all I can see is life.
Sharing wisdom from my body as it heals. Words transmuted from physical pain. When we heal ourselves and our bodies, we heal the world around us. Regenerating the world around us starts from within. I picked up some fresh prawns and a bottle of red on the way home for under 10 euros. You know, that home made red in the green bottles. Cooking in Nonna Maria’s kitchen, the sky is purple outside, purple haze, in a haze, utter and complete beauty. So much so that I need to pause, and step outside...
Where others see death all I can see is life.
Sharing wisdom from my body as it heals. Words transmuted from physical pain. When we heal ourselves and our bodies, we heal the world around us. Regenerating the world around us starts from within. I picked up some fresh prawns and a bottle of red on the way home for under 10 euros. You know, that home made red in the green bottles. Cooking in Nonna Maria’s kitchen, the sky is purple outside, purple haze, in a haze, utter and complete beauty. So much so that I need to pause, and step outside...
The kitchen was our refuge.
Sharing wisdom from my body as it heals. Words transmuted from physical pain. When we heal ourselves and our bodies, we heal the world around us. Regenerating the world around us starts from within. Sat on the car, in my favourite sliders, all mucky after the long summer. My beloved sandy sliders, all scuffed with fun. Sat on the car in my loose stripey tshirt. With the crew, the gang, the mischief. My cousins. All outside nonna’s house, at dusk whilst the adults bantered away inside. The sme...
The kitchen was our refuge.
Sharing wisdom from my body as it heals. Words transmuted from physical pain. When we heal ourselves and our bodies, we heal the world around us. Regenerating the world around us starts from within. Sat on the car, in my favourite sliders, all mucky after the long summer. My beloved sandy sliders, all scuffed with fun. Sat on the car in my loose stripey tshirt. With the crew, the gang, the mischief. My cousins. All outside nonna’s house, at dusk whilst the adults bantered away inside. The sme...
Who holds the power?
What if the witches, the healers, the artists, the farmers. What if we could all come together, in harmony. What if we are all actually honouring the same thing. What if we strived for was the same thing. Protecting the land, traditions, rituals, freedom. Are we all actually arriving in the same place to preserve life before corporate capitalism. I’m asking myself, how do we all find ourselves here in this land? What is our common joy, our common thread? How have we come to sit side by side, ...
Who holds the power?
What if the witches, the healers, the artists, the farmers. What if we could all come together, in harmony. What if we are all actually honouring the same thing. What if we strived for was the same thing. Protecting the land, traditions, rituals, freedom. Are we all actually arriving in the same place to preserve life before corporate capitalism. I’m asking myself, how do we all find ourselves here in this land? What is our common joy, our common thread? How have we come to sit side by side, ...
Bringing life to the village.
Sharing wisdom from my body as it heals. Words transmuted from physical pain. When we heal ourselves and our bodies, we heal the world around us. Regenerating the world around us starts from within. A beautiful life, co created by us. A beautiful family. Children are free to play. Adults too. Life is rich, slow and divine. The old essence reinterpreted into something new, but still shining brightly. The old butcher shop reopening. The local farmers supported. Houses don’t need to be touched, ...
Bringing life to the village.
Sharing wisdom from my body as it heals. Words transmuted from physical pain. When we heal ourselves and our bodies, we heal the world around us. Regenerating the world around us starts from within. A beautiful life, co created by us. A beautiful family. Children are free to play. Adults too. Life is rich, slow and divine. The old essence reinterpreted into something new, but still shining brightly. The old butcher shop reopening. The local farmers supported. Houses don’t need to be touched, ...
