“Even a wounded world is feeding us. Even a wounded world holds us, giving us moments of wonder and joy. I choose joy over despair. Not because I have my head in the sand, but because joy is what the earth gives me daily and I must return the gift.”
― Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge and the Teachings of Plants
Playing with practices like a burial at the beach, travelling to the future of your own death or at least to the future time in NZ. Sending each other gifts through the earth's portal postal service.
Practicing communicating through different mediums.
If night is the earth's own shadow,
I'll make my day shadow, the sleeping you.
There you are,
floating in the dark water and dreaming of fluidity:
fluid between us and all beings.
Video of us trying to talk through bodies of water in different parts of the globe
Video of sharing blueberries through the medium of water
Kelly sending gifts via sculptures in the park
Georgie finding and receiving the drumsticks below
Gesa receiving the Pounamu that has enlarged through space and time below