As we reclaim the ability to self-define, we are actively shaping our presents, and so we find ourselves better placed to imagine our futures.
I don’t want to dye my hair. I don’t want to constantly chase a root to ensure that people I don’t know, don’t think I’m getting old. It’s absolutely pointless. Ridiculous! The defiance inside me grew steadily from that first strand of grey hair. Strong and true, it grew and multiplied. And here I am at 39 years old with more grey hair than dark.
When we are attuned to our environment from a place of safety and choice our vibrations go up, the cells in our bodies are flooded with restorative and soothing chemicals, and we release and metabolise toxic stress.
The fabric shop was so much more than a business where draped blazing cuts of chiffons and georgettes were pushed aside as women jostled to be served first.
I am filled with the self-congratulatory wish that I could live in all the cities I love all at once, so that I could make them mine.
Despite what we’re often made to feel, we also have a right to articulate our own place within this world around us.
Facing my fears is helping me find healing.
Violence seems now as a spiked coil, piercing through the fabric of a given space and time at different points.
The opportunity to dive into these archives was a reintroduction to these people and their writing – and sometimes, an introduction altogether.
Navigating her role as a botanist and educator, Kimmerer champions pursuing ‘heart-driven science’ in the rigid confines of academia.