The World as It Is, as It Could Be, and the Spaces Between
At a community coalition meeting several weeks ago, I took on the role of a “spider”—building relationships with different people and connecting their work together. I had one of those magical moments of thinking, “THIS is my work!” I am energized by listening to people, facilitating spaces for sharing stories, and finding collective unity among seemingly disparate parts.
I started learning how to “weave” as I heard stories from different people in my home of Flagstaff, Arizona. I deepened my understanding of things as interconnected and intersectional: complex, different, and yet, overlapping.
I’m now lucky enough to get to work on my masters in Sustainable Communities at Northern Arizona University. For my research, I am writing collaborative poetry in an attempt to center stories, emotions, intuition, creativity, imagination, and complexity.
I wanted to bring together activists to slow down together, dialogue, and hear each other. The process is emergent—it’s collectively created in the moment and unfolds through dialogue.
I’m still in the beginning stages of this research process, and so far I have only completed one group dialogue/writing session. This first group of co-writers are all in their twenties, living in Flagstaff, and act for justice related to education, energy democracy, immigration, total liberation, and environmental justice. Each person wrote about 1-2 pages of creative writing after our long group discussion on the world as it could be. Then, I deconstructed each poem and wove lines/stanzas together so that everyone’s voice remains intact but woven with the others. The authors are Frankie Beesley, Sara Johnston, Madison Ledgerwood, Kelsey Morales, Mara Pfeffer, and Nina Porter.
Here is a selection from this series of poems (click here for the entire series):
A public reading by (L-R) Nina Porter, Danielle Austin, and Frankie Beesley at the Climate Justice Stories Night in Flagstaff, Arizona, on May 18, 2018.
The World as it is: Neoliberalism’s Hold on our Psyches
honesty (calling ourselves, each other, systems out)
The change happens
as we pay our debts,
pay visit to our shame and
then let it go.
Trapped by the fists and structures of patriarchy
our limits controlled by alienations, isolate
from the power we hold within
To be an individual means to pull yourself up
clinging to any sense of self given to you by
the power that be
who are we? what are we? how are we?
what could be?
Justice takes me back to driving past the hillsides of Richmond littered and tainted with the remnants of Chevron’s oil refineries and trying to imagine how people have lived there for so long. I can’t help but to think back to a story I was told when in 2012 15,000 people were hospitalized from open flaring over the course of two weeks. How in this so-called modern and progressive country that we live in, is this tolerated and accepted? It’s accepted because Western society sees the lives of its colored members as disposable, invaluable, and sacrificial.
The injustices I saw in Richmond bring me back to my own community on the East side of Flagstaff where a large majority of the population are Latino, working class people just trying to make a living and raise their families in this co-called democracy.
We tune into the suffering of
life on earth, the last breath
of a hummingbird,
the falling of a
ponderosa, the blood of our
brothers and sisters
who protected us and persisted
Coming Together to Heal: The Prefigurative &Transformational, Encircled
A place where womyn bleed with the moon
and swoon at their collective energy
healing the bruises laid by the dominant
forces with kisses and lavender laughter meditations
when someone makes your
first cup of coffee in the morning-
We hear the cries
of the earth. We let go. We cry, we let go.
dreams + calls for justice
from our ancestors + our children + our kin across
time, across space
cackling louder than
the ravens who watch us,
laughing as they remember
Dandelions push through cement.
Witches and peasants revolt.
500 years of indigenous resistance
realizing that it takes the same dialogical, emotional work
to change systems as it does to change hearts and minds.
We gather advice from
the wind, the fire we
circle, the wolves that howl,
the water that flows.
Interconnection: All Life & Relationality
The spaces between.
Relational trauma is healed
We sing, we hold each other,
we listen to the wind.
We breathe, we touch
the heart centers of every
human present, we lay
and exchange love for the earth.
The work is reconnecting.
It happens between us.
Happens between our many worlds.
The work happens where our edges meet,
where we come together.
The journey to and through the cracks cannot
be done alone. Fresh mint, bees,
whispers, crackling embers, and loved ones
sitting on porches- we must feel, see hear,
breathe, love, and taste it all. In community
the healing begins.