As this year draws to a close, may we all find peace and connection. As we do our best to prepare to re-enter the chaos of the incoming administration, we are feeling so much... Sadness and anger mixed with fear of the known and unknown. And still, we are actively cultivating hope. A hope we derive from the undeniable truth that we, all of us, are powerful, and we are here. And we are asking for your support as we move into this new year so we may continue to uphold our commitment to returning to our practices of love and connection, to each other, and to you. Thank you for continuing to turn toward us. Thank you for continuing to trust us. Thank you for your donation today. (fb)

In October, our collective gathered in a cabin in the woods of Vermont, to vision, to reflect, and to create together as the glowing crimson hazel and amber leaves spun from the trees with a passion, grace, and abandon one can only yearn to embody. Two weeks to the day before this country’s election, as genocide continued to laugh at our helplessness, we boiled water for tea and took breaks to stretch our legs and gaze with our rage and grief and love and yearning at the breathtaking reminder that nature will do what she does, no matter what. That we, in fact, are small. And yet, our stories matter. Among us, we are grieving the loss of our parents. We are nursing our daughters. We are raising mixed race children. We have no children. We are caring for our mothers who are sick. We are estranged from our fathers. We are healing from a double mastectomy. We just had an abortion. We are Black. We are Jewish. We are queer. We are sober. We are survivors. And writing is an anchor. Our new blog is a weaving together of our six voices, gathered from each of our individual freewrites, inspired by Mary Oliver’s From the Book of Time. As we continue to stretch into this new configuration and move towards a more circular form, experimenting with what happens when we allow ourselves to truly collectivize, is an enticing challenge. Stretch your legs, boil some water, and behold the tapestry of our recollections. Link in bio! (fb)