In the Dark, We Tear the Threads and Stitch the Webs
🫀 We've arrived here disorientated and lost.
🫀We’ve arrived here disorientated and lost.
Along the way, we slipped from our preconceived certainties and convictions. We flayed our skin and cut our flesh. The walls that contained stability and identity have opened up deep gaps, ruined.
The agitated body throbs, searching for safe ground. The panting mind gasps and refuses to capitulate because it doesn't know how. The soul reverberates and silently remembers the paths already travelled—it whispers to us: keep going.
Here, in the thick and uncomfortable membrane of not knowing, in the living territory of mystery, we touch the force and flow of Life.
But to get here, we had to break, fragment and howl with pain. Again and again. To touch this dark and fertile ground, we had to lose ourselves. To hold back discomfort, incapability, and disconsolation. Agony and anguish. We had to tear the threads and sew the webs, together, in the dark. In this place, between worlds, we practise radical affection, the kind that welcomes and trusts despite not knowing. Here, in the thick membrane of transition, we pick up the pieces, compose expectations, share affection and mourning. Collective and affective bodies. We relearn how to relate more deeply and widely. Certainties now rot, without haste, consumed by curiosity. Here we belong.