From Uprooted to Repotted

Us humans are intresting creatures.

We came from the Earth Mother, Plants that turned human.

Consider how alike we are to plants:

Just as roots draw up nutrients from the Earth. We eat food that’s from the earth.

Our bodies do the work of balancing the life giving energy from the sun, with the purity of water.

Plants thrive when they’re in a community; picture a lush forest. We also need each other for friendship and support.

Plants require a home. Some form of stable ground where they can spread their roots.

Houses are like pots, A safe space, where we feel comfortable to spread our roots.

After travelling, I came back to my childhood pot. The shadows of my roots welcomed me back. Reconnected with my past self, Honouring the younger version of me. Thankful for how much I’ve grown and learnt.

As the plant grows, the roots take up all the space that’s available. A pot bound plant needs more earth to take in nutrients, but most are resilient enough to survive being pot bound. When they’re eventually repotted into a bigger home the plant experiences stress, until they have adjusted to their new home where they can thrive once more.

I liked my childhood pot, but had outgrown it. I felt a call to live in a totally new place. So I made myself homeless again. With a handful of my belongings on back, I drifted through England.

Uprooted, living in hostels, no stable ground to claim as my own, it dulled my light. I was in survival mode, didn’t have it in me to do what I love; create.

After relentlessly messaging landlords, I eventually found a pot I could call home in Exeter.

The first few days I was feeling down in my new home. The air was really thick and muggy, which added to my blues. Sleeping with the windows wide open, but no breeze graced me.

One day I was woken up at 5:30 am by heavy rain. A wide smile spread across my face. Thank you beautiful rain! I ran outside dancing, singing “FEEL THE RAIN ON YOUR SKIN…”

I looked up the song, and the lyrics resonated so well with my situation. The universe is always talking to us. I’ve linked in the version with the lyrics so you can dance and sing to it too!

Thanks for reading! Expect more regular posts as I’m feeling the divine creative energy run through me.

Internalised Capitalism

It’s been a while since I wrote something and actually published it on here!

Mainly because I’ve been dealing with my own shit. When certain negative emotions arise, I like to take step back, analyze my brain, by asking myself questions; to find the root of the problem. This is called Shadow work.

So if you want to know how my brain works, and probably yours too, as we’re all pretty similar, carry on reading…

I was out in the fancy part of Rome.

The people were like the buildings; ozzing elegance and class.

Look down at myself, stain on my top, worn out boots, no make up, hairy armpits.

Feelings of inadequacy start bubbling up inside.

When we feel jealous of someone,

There’s two paths our mind can take.

Either, strive to be “better” than them.

This might sound like a healthy mindset, because this is what society encourages. But seeing others as competition is toxic. It can create an addiction mentality, because they’ll always be someone “better” than us.

Instead of looking within ourselves; we are taught to look outside. This mindset underpins capitalism. Which explains why depression and anxiety are prevelent today.

I call myself out, when I notice my mind going to dark places, for example with negative self talk.

“Oi thought! This mind is a place of LOVE.”

Although I’m an anti capitalist badass, we live in a capitalist world, where the conditioning is clever, we don’t even realise it. It can easily infiltrate our minds. Becoming a constant self love battle.

By @stacieswift

My initial feelings towards the fancy people was completely the opposite of striving to be like them…

“Bourgeoisie bullshit” I huffed to myself. “These people are soo fake, they only care about how they look.”

Why can’t I admire someone’s beautiful outfit, without it triggering something within me?

For me, it triggered hurt feelings, of not being able to fit in with others.

The phrase “If you can’t join them, beat them” shows how both mentalities come from the same place. Both see others as competition. Shaming others, becomes a survival tactic.

Not only does it alienate people, but it puts people into boxes, based on how they look/what they do. We like to put labels on things “good” “bad” but it’s not soo black and white.

We cannot be defined by our choices, by how we look, or even our thoughts. We are much greater. I believe we are all connected to the divine; source energy.

Basically we’re all gods and goddesses walking the earth, that have forgotten how much power we have.

What if we’re the aliens?

Okay so we’re part of a capitalist society, but we can protect our heart and mind from toxic behaviours.

Let’s stop shaming each other.

Admire differences. Empower others.

Thanks for reading! Do you relate to anything that I’ve written? Does your mind go through similar thought patterns?

I’m going to be writing more about how internerlised capitalism affects our minds. Stay tuned…

To Fight or Not to Fight?

That is the Question…

I came across an athenian man’s instagram account.

Claiming to be a “Media News Company”

His content?

Pictures of A WombAn

with captions such as:

“pimple monster” “ugly” “catfish”

Fire In My Belly!

How Dare he!

MisTreatMySister!

WombAn Rising.

Patriarchachy crumbling.

Do Not Understimate Us.

We Are More Connected to the Earth Mother.

We Fight

With

Our

Whole

Mind

And

Heart.

Intuitively Stronger.

Strong Instincts.

Protect. Love. Defend.

Go on Make Fun of Me!

You Can’t You Cunt.

Because I love Myself.

I Want to Make myself Look Weird

Because I AM Weird!

And Proud.

No Place For Bullying Here.

Warrior Hair

I Am Warrior Earth Goddess.

I Do Not Want To Fight.

When We Fight Others,

We Are Fighting Ourselves.

We’re All Connected

Don’t you get it?

NO! You’re Not Getting It!

We Are Sentient

We Are Sick of It

Peaceful Protesting

Speaking Out

Against Crimes

Towards The Earth.

Us Because We

The Earth.

Using Non Violent Direct Action.

Protests, Petitions, Demonstations

But When The

Corrupted Patriarchal System

We Are currently Being Oppressed by

Does Nothing To Support Us.

We Take Matters into Our Own Hands.

Why Anarchists should be Gardeners P2

Okay sooo in my last post I go on a massive tangent about fear and love; forgetting to talk about any actual gardening! So if you haven’t read it…. read it… Then come back to this one… go on then 😉

Fear or Love?

Picture yourself….

…in the future.

Mother earth abused and raped, too many times. Chemical warfare. We used to call it “cleaning” or the classic “produce more”. We were sold this idea. It was sparkly and cheap, oh so cheap. In something we used to call “money”. Surprisingly, this didn’t have any real value. Yet, we traded everything for it. But there was always a cost.

Space like oceans, where balls of plastic fly into each other like meteors. Silent ghost forests haunt the bare land. Our mother is barren, unable to produce edible food. Humans have resorted to eating this bland powder made from rocks. Dreaming of the days when you could eat an orange.

Deep within you, something is calling.

A clear message.

Hope.

Visions visit you almost every night.

An abundant paradise, where humans recognize they are part of nature and joyfully work with her.

People laugh at you when you tell them.

“That’s all gone…” They sigh

“We had a chance and we messed it up.” Depressingly plodding away.

So that’s just the way life is now, huh? Are you just going to accept that? Are you going to listen to the voice inside you?

You might die. Meh, so what? Where ever the dead go, it can’t be worse than this grey existence.

Determined, you pack only essentials: gas mask, compass, map, camping equipment, change of clothes, last but certainly not the least, your personal penknife. You’ve been adding tools to it for months, almost like you knew this would happen.

Boots laced up. Bag on your back. Bring it!

In the middle of night, you take one final look at the vast void you call “home”.

Whispering a prayer.

Ready for your adventure.

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