I come on the darkest night of the year… …stored in roots… …when Night is a guest that comes early and stays too late … … the hearth fire is reduced to dying coals… I turn inward on myself, curled up in a ball, a sphere of light. …until I land in the east on the rim of the world I see my family waiting for me. My heart leaps to see them. I am a Promise. [Readback lines from a voiced text and image (below) of "Child of Wonder" -- Joanna Powell Colbert ] I recognize that my youngest self/voice retains edges of her original fear, the surprise of abandonment that dawned upon me in my feminine awakening during my 40’s. On two different days—March 11 and then May 30, 2014—Mystery brought me back to myself, my bodied-self. It was terrifying and restorative at a cellular level. Until then, I had had no idea that a visceral connection to my body inside felt like that. My youngest life was without physical want, I’d always thought, and materially, it was. For reasons I’ll never know, ...
...in a listening project into stories (others' and/or my own) not held deeply or heard thoroughly in the institutions and culture(s) we've created. A place to explore hope, healing, love without reciprocity...transforming culture by surrendering into Hope and Belonging here, now, this moment...
