I made it home.
Wherever she goes, she is home 2026, Magazines, baker’s twine, Kubuli beer label, tarpaulin, glue.
For two week I have been back in the area I am calling home. I was away from this area for a large portion of the winter. We have not yet created the infrastructure needed to stay all winter. I am grateful for family and friends who gave us many comfortable, safe, nourishing and wonderful places to land, store, adventure, read, collage, cook, think, laugh, listen, cry, strategize & dream. I am so grateful for the time to focus on rest, reflection, joy, love and the future. I am also grateful for the time to confront ideas + patterns + practices that I associate with the idea of home. I am grateful to visit places that have been home to my ancestors, elders, and family. I return with so much shared knowledge, family history, inspiration and nourishment.
I am arriving to this moment mustering as much hope, joy and activation as possible. I also bring sadness, curiosity, rage, disappointment, agility, collaboration and tenderness.
I am arriving thinking + feeling that I cannot believe what we are each witnessing. I cannot believe there are ways for things to worsen when so much possibility exists for something else.
I am rooting down into a commitment to embody imagination + action, collaboration + agility, love +liberation.
I am exploring the possibilities between urgent needs and sustainable responsibilities for collective community care.
I am asking myself how do we want to take care of one another for what is ahead?
With rest + nourishment I am able to clarify my alignment. With new perspectives on what is possible for me and what I wish do to with my energy + imagination + love + rage, I have been circling around some questions.
What is home?
How do I decide I am at home?
How do I honor home when I am away?
How do I carry home with me?
How do I make it home to myself?
How do I find “home” in this moment?
How can I use my best to support others finding + being at home?
How can I commit my effort to tangibly house others?
What am I willing to release to make sure others have a home?
“Wherever you are, your ancestor’s Love will find you”
- tamira cousett
We returned to the upper Northeast via train. We arrived to so much snow we had to plow just to gain access to the land. Slowly the snow melted and our work to continue building the infrastructure needed to house others has begun. Working outside, taking walks around this home to many, I am getting to witness how other beings make a home. It has me thinking about working in family gardens over winter break, visiting my grandparent’s homes and talking to our elders about harvesting rainwater and planting food forest. The excitement they have to imagine how we feed each other is inviting me to feel hopeful about what we are cultivating. It is reminding me that I can remember old patterns of building, creating and making. I am invited to know that as they prepare for war, the world is preparing for spring.
So shall I.
May I remember that spring is a portal of possibilities. May I remember to sow seeds is to believe in the future. May I know that effort that challenges me, allows me to experience myself at new depths. May I practice questioning + knowing. May I collaborate with trust + compassion + love.
Love Offering:
Birdsong {recorded 3/16/2026}
May you be nourished. May you feel cared for. May you have access to restful sleep. May you trust yourself. May you feel the possibility for something else.
with love,
