One cannot find (or lose) her niche, we're the organism and the environment (finding and losing assumes separation)
day 53
the star
46 degrees, cloudy
cycle day 17
waning crescent
Today’s assignment gifted to me by Steven Friedlander:
“Since time past and time future all lead to one end, which is time present: Assume you are starting to write your autobiography today. Write me three titles for the book.
Then: Think about your three closest friends. How would each of them title the book!”
Okay, before I go any further. Isn’t this a great question? I love the specificity that maintains the depth and wildness of any question worth its weight. Worth the dot under its hook? Worth the scribble above its period?
Anyway, onto the work.
How to Un-Artist: an autobiography in workbook form (because the story is always (un)writing itself)
She Didn’t Know: one human’s story told eight (completely incompatible, paradoxical and entirely true) ways
A Body Expanded: adventures in incarnation, told in love letters
and from my three closest friends…
Freedom Gift: a story of unshackling by and for all of us
We’re All Okay (and some of us dress up for the occasion)
Maps so Big Nothing is Wayward: articulations of a life aimed at care
