There is something that happens.

When you have long been gone from yourself.

A malaise that drifts in and out of form.

Whispering your name as if it were a prayer forgotten.

A dream within a dream.

Where you can scent your soul upon the wind.

Yet still cannot find yourself.

No matter how far, nor how deep you search.

And, in part, you begin to wonder…

What would you say to yourself, even if you COULD be found?

Until one day, your steps begin to leave footprints once again.

And your lungs relearn how to expand and contract.

As if you were alive.

As if you were YOU.

And the whisper becomes a howling.

A lamentation born from the primal and the void.

And you wipe the sands of the places between from your eyes.

Blinking them open as you shade your gaze from the brilliance of this new life laid before you {and within you}.

And there you are.

And here you are.

Revealed.

So, what will you do with yourself?

What will you now allow FOR and OF yourself?

In this new ancient landscape.

Within this cartographical wonderland taking shape beneath your skin.

Who will you be…

Now that you have remembered how to be found?

As always…

Here’s to your untaming,

N

P.S.:

We’re gonna be doing things differently around here.

I’ve stripped it all back to the bones.

Again.

And I myself have been stripped back to the bones.

Again.

I almost closed down my new membership.

Because I wanted it.

But at the same time, I didn’t.

Because it was more of the same.

Not the premise.

Not the magic.

But the LENS through which I was holding it for myself.

And for you.

So, I put in on pause until I got my shit together.

Until I was seeing clearly.

Until I could scent track myself back from beneath the crossroads.

And so, the entire membership has had an overhaul.

A dissolution of what didn’t need to be there.

A focus on what simply can’t NOT be there.

And so here we are.

You and I.

Standing in a place betwixt and between where we were…

And where we know we are now being called to inhabit and evoke.

The Wilds are calling.

I have responded.

Will you?

P.P.S.:

I’m back at the manuscript.

And soul has been kindly asking me {ha!!} to let the newsletter move into its next evolution.

As such, I’ll be writing long form magic only once/week or so.

And dropping the brand new podcast {holy shitballs, Batman!!!} on the weekends.

It’ll be on YT for now and then distributed to all the places whenever I feel like getting to that.

And, I am called to get back to random madness and shenanigans.

So, you can find me on Threads {and sharing quick videos around the socials}.

Come play.

When you’re ready… here are the current ways I can help you go all in on the medicine of your Refugee Soul:

➟ The Erotic Abolitionism™ Experience

A Melanated Kin Community with Nikka Karli

{Black, Indigenous, Women/Femmes/Nonbinary Kin of Color/Culture}

Join us here

➟ Erotic Abolitionism™: Foundations

An Ontological {Re}Wilding Of Liberatory Practice, Relational Kinship, & Decolonization As Medicine

{An Open Access offering}

Enroll here

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