Archives for category: Nature & Embodied Ways of Knowing

a moment today on the walk to the bus. there was snow falling and i was thinking about dirt and mutuality. i was reviewing a moment from the day before when i was telling a story about how i didn’t trust the dirt in seattle because i no longer lived there and i didn’t know where the dirt had been. i needed some dirt to mix with water so that i could paint it on my arms for a performance lecture i was doing ¬†at a symposium on Carolee Schneemann’s work at the Henry Art Gallery. i didn’t know where to find clean dirt so I ended up buying paint instead. it was distressing not to know the dirt.

trust and slow-knowing place and people

engaging in a conversation, a relationship with dirt.

An onion fell on my back between my shoulder blades.

It was being stored on the refrigerator and as I was looking in the fridge, it fell down and hit me. I was surprised and offended at first. What had hit me? When I realized it was an onion, I was relieved. For years that I have been fearful about something or someone shooting or stabbing me in the back between the shoulder blades. Now the onion has done it in a fairly benign act. I expect that now that the expectation has been met, the fear will dissipate.

Wrapping children, surrounding them in a nest of native speakers