My recent experience keynoting the āRooted in Community and Connectionā Conference left something humming in meāa sense of what becomes possible when a community names its resistance together and then lets it go. Iām carrying the experience still, the way it moved through my hands, my breath, my body.
Hereās a small glimpse from the full reflection:
āParticipants wrote their innermost fear on fabric ārocksā¦ With attention and care, Jen and I collaged the rocks onto the bare canvas, a forest beginning to grow around themā¦
With living moss, gathered from nearby maple trees, I painted moss on the rocks and trees in front of me. As the moss grew over the words of resistanceālayering, softening, transmutingāI felt the fears move through me, the fear of not being enough, the fear of rejection, of failure, of successāall fears I know intimately. As they moved through me, I gave them back to the earth. I stood, rooted in community, transmuting resistance into flowāthrough my body into the earth. Sometimes with a shiver of recognition. Sometimes with a soft sweep of breath.
Always down, down to the ground.ā
Iāve shared the full story and images of the mural on Writings from the Art