Interior Cartographies
A 90 minute virtual practice in naming and mapping the interior.
Dear reader,
I come back to you through my pelvis.
A pelvic floor therapist reached inside my body this morning and released something I didn’t even know I had been holding, which turns out to be most of myself. I walked afterward smiling at strangers and saying hi to everyone. Levitating all the way home.
March was the last time I wrote here, and between then and now I lived something I don’t yet have a single word for. Part of why I went quiet is that single mother life left no seam in the day wide enough to write through. I also found myself standing at the threshold of too much to say and not knowing which truth to lead with. And part of it was learning that not everything that transforms you is meant to be handed over. Some of it is yours to digest first. Maybe only.
What I can tell you is that something in me was being composted. We carry so much of our history in the places no one sees. In the tissue. In the jaw. In the pelvic floor, it turns out.
And underneath all of it, still, the work I named for you in March. The ancestral dream. The initiation into being the one who turns and faces the lineage, who learns to call things by their true name. That work didn’t pause while I was silent. If anything it deepened, in a way that roots do in winter, invisibly, without any proof above ground.
My Feminine Ecologies practice has taught me that feeling is knowledge, that relationship is the unit, not the individual. That the underground matters as much as what grows above it. Grief is generative. Dreams are information. And the invisible inner lives of women are the blueprint for a new world.
So, let’s begin.
My first Zoom practice. We name things. We make art from what comes through.
I’ll share at the start, show you how I work, where the images come from, the dreams, the invisible, the other-than-human. Then we create together.
The practice will not be recorded and the circle will be intimate. I intend to offer these often, so if this one isn’t yours, the next one will be.
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I look forward to guiding you into this practice with me.
Love,
Vanja