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Making myself comfy

| Sheree

After a busy week, where it felt as if I didn’t get a weekend, because I didn’t as I was permaculturing and fugitivity spreading, I’m making myself comfy and cosy.

I’m all wrapped up in bed, catching up with my creativity. Catching up with myself.

And I feel so grateful for this cosy fort, for the week I’ve enjoyed, mostly on my own terms, and for the weekend to come. Rest and creative fugitivity.

I’ve still got mothering and taxiing duties this evening but I feel, in my cosy fortress, I’m on my own time/space.

I get to play and be curious and satisfy my desires. And right now all I want to do is be here. Right. Now.

I’m safe. I’m warm. I’m stealing my life back. Each cosy, comfy fort at a time.

Buy me a coffee!!!

| Sheree

Today was the first day I’ve gone for a coffee off of the pledge of support from someone else.

I had some time to meet myself on the page and I thought let me grab a coffee and dream myself into the first quarter of next year.

I’m grateful for the people who have bought me a coffee through the links on this website. It really means a lot as it’s a reminder to myself that I deserve to take a break, to watch the world go by and have those all important conversations with myself.

Thank you supporters.

Dark days

| Sheree

Going out to work this morning, trying to beat the traffic and not be late.

Coming home from work this evening, trying to beat the traffic and get back as soon as safely possible.

I missed the light of the day. I missed a chance to breathe in the cold, crisp air of coming winter.

I missed the light of day and the chance to just breathe unhindered by tasks and being here there and everywhere.

Today, I have so much gratitude for my life, for those days when my time is mine to do with as I so please.

That I can please myself. Having some days taken up with other tasks, tasks for others, tasks for a system I do not believe in, does suck the light out of my soul never mind my day, each time.

Well it happened …

| Sheree
Jug, Simeon Leigh, Loophole of Retreat Exhibition

I come here with a heart filled with joy, love and gratitude.

I put my heart, soul, care and dreams into the WOC Azadi Collective fugitivity visual journaling retreat today.

The time/space we created together was magical. We’re becoming a fugitive collective, creating mischief as we steal ourselves away. Steal our lives back from systems of oppression, systems we never consented to but find ourselves subjected it.

We refuse.

I have so much love and gratitude for Dal Kular who got me back to work with the collective. Dal sees my practices and processes around my visual journaling and fugitivity and constantly cheers me on, holds space and supports me to explore these further in collective/ collaboration with beautiful people.

What we created was powerful and ripe with possibilities. What we can do together is empowering and criminal. Disorderly and messy and so much needed.

There are other ways to {BE} and I’m all for exploring these further, deeper, together.

MORE.

Satda Planning and Dreaming

| Sheree
Strategy for Fugitivity Retreat

After a busy week of being here there bad everywhere, I come to the page after my Satda Permaculture Gathering.

I’m planning out my workshop for my fugitivity visual journaling retreat with WOC Azadi Collective tomorrow. And I’m excited but also apprehensive. I had so much I want to share but I don’t want to spend all our time together talking. I don’t want to lecture to the participants but I get so excited when I’m sharing anything visual journaling and fugitivity. For me they go hand in hand.

I’m also worried that the participants might not get what I’m on about. I’m not sure sometimes. What I’m doing? What I mean when I practice fugitivity?

I suppose I won’t know until I put words to the air and attempt to communicate these liberatory practices.