Welcome to my journey into the woods.
In fairy tales the deep forest is a shadowy breathing world of wise seeing and venturing in, a dark place for wild learning, an archetypal habitat where rebels roam and witches wander and those who resisted the enclosure of common land knew how to survive.
Once upon a time and not so long ago I decided to leave my boxed-in life and blindly yet trunk-sure walk into the woods. I literally moved to a 600 acre woodland and lived in a bell tent. I needed to feel my instinctual nature breathe again, establish some good wolf-like boundaries, let the vague atrophied muscle of my intuition come back to life.
I realised the internal terrain was more than just tired. I saw how my own true path and the relentless stirrings of the wider world had been stuck in a messy unhappy marriage for far too long. So this is what I now write about and explore: how to integrate healing with radical politics, how to imagine eco-nomies powered by people doing the things they love without off-loading the key labour of life on to any Other group, how to embody the cerebral, how to soothe and empower at the same time. In truth simply joining things that seem strangely, unnecessarily apart.
There’s blogs and stories and snippets of poems coming along. Feel free to comment. Be honest and stay kind.