The facts of my life are pretty straight forward:
I am a textile artist. I am intimately familiar with my loom and spinning wheels, a needle rests easily in my hand. And my shelves are full of wool, much of it I've dyed with natural dyes that I grew (or better yet, gathered) myself. My mind relaxes in the meditative rhythm of detailed work.
I am a mother to a magical little (6 year old) girl- truly- I have received broad consensus on this point. I live with my partner/baby papa, martince. We have a long history together.
The people I get to know tend to stick around, and I'm proud of that. Many of my relationships don't fit into normative categories. I believe each connection has a natural level- a portfolio of intimacies- as unique as a fingerprint. I enjoy the process of feeling for this natural level and adapting as it changes through time.
I am a forager and scavenger. Some of my best friends are plants. I'm at my best in the wilds.
I grew up fundamentalist Christian and if you know anything about that you may have realized it is a philosophy of extraction, of divorce- spirit from body, insight from revelation, instinct from action. My wholeheartedness is hard won. I stand on my own two feet, and it took me a long time to learn how to do that.