Sojourners Land Journal
Ancestor memories wick up my spine out my roots and branches, black, queer womyn’s hair wicking the knowledge of mothers entangled in domination, we give ourselves what they never could, the time to gently detangle the madness we absorb every day of our lives in patriarchy. We know well how to hold space for others yet have poor skills of self-mothering. We put the loving of others in our ways of loving to show those how it is done. Mothering Ourselves from Alexis Pauline my theme this summer after Indigo Days.