This month I began practicing poke and stick tattooing. Week one I just learned about the hygiene, needles, ink, procedure etc. Week 2 I inked oranges, grapefruits and bananas. Week 3, I inked myself with a snake drawn by my ahijade.

Me levante justo antes del alba
Yupaychani Pachamama
on the Lands of Kiikaapoi
๐๐ฐ๐๐ฐ๐๐ท ๐ผ๐๐๐ป ๐๐ป๐ฟ๐ท ๐๐ฐ^๐๐ฐ^
Muscogee
Caddo
O-ga-xpa Ma-zhoโฟ
Oฤhรฉthi ล akรณwiล
celebratingย #SixSquaredย years w@ndering








Through my hike I photographed myself (forgot to use my film paper ) off trail around the 10acres of the White yoga couple then their two dogs joined me and we spent some time with the ducks, roosters and goats after a run through some of the paths
I made some boiled eggs, coffee and served myself orange juice and water to eat while I soaked in the hot tub one last time before departure south.
It took me close to 5 hours to drive to Dallas just from so many stops and then being disoriented and ending up on wrong turns here and there
Time with my Atlanta and Detroit friends was lovely and chill just what I needed – smoking, eating, music, art. Then back on Seminole Lands a friend paid for a piercing and invited me and some friends here to gather with plenty of food and treats.
36 has brought me a sense of relief. I asked my most recently passed ancestors for comrades and I got exactly that. In my socio personal life and at work I am surrounded by folxs who support me thru
recalibration
education
mobilization
organization
solidaridad
paz
(a)mar

It has been amazingly easy to block myself from the view of people that just don’t bring me much joy or awe or just take my peace and resources. Disconnecting trauma bonds has been painful. I’m satisfied, however, that it’s getting easier to weed out the naysayers, abusers, user, posers, performative allies and actually hurting much less each time I set boundaries way the fuck far from gross folx ๐งฟ
Such is the state of the world today.
