by NalaWalla | Apr 23, 2023 | griefwork, liberation practice
ARE THE TONE POLICE THE MODERN VERSION OF THE THOUGHT POLICE?The weaponization of NVC is a topic I’ve been wanting to broach for, I dunno, probably twenty years already. When I grew up, I’d heard the stories about the dreaded “thought police”...
by NalaWalla | Jan 2, 2022 | griefwork, poems, the eros of grief
As someone who has been tasked in this world as an incurable wailer, I journey into the moist realms grief nearly everyday of my life. There is no way that I could avoid noticing how erotic a good grief-session can be. Take this poem for example—- Seduced By...
by NalaWalla | Apr 1, 2021 | ancestors, griefwork, ritual skills, Uncategorized
I had a busy day planned. A dental appointment was scheduled out of town, then I had to be back home for a session with a client in the early afternoon. And I had to hit the supermarket on the way. I left the house a half-hour later than planned, which meant that my...
by NalaWalla | Mar 12, 2019 | ancestors, griefwork, liberation practice, Uncategorized
“Time is constantly running out, it seems. Seeking solutions leads to the discovery of new problems I cannot unknow. I miss the days of elementary school when it felt that just giving enough fucks was enough to move mountains, to feel that success was...
by NalaWalla | Jun 14, 2018 | ancestors, ancestral nutrition, food activism, griefwork, liberation practice
I walk quietly on barefeet through my garden, erupting with summer solstice blooms, butterflies filled to bursting with nectar. I have to expand my ribs….. lower, around the sides…to be able breathe in all this in. To really eat this beauty. I slow...
by NalaWalla | Apr 28, 2018 | ancestors, griefwork, lineage repair, Uncategorized
Sweet Spring swings back round the wheel of the year Chirping frogs and bursting blossoms Lovely lady dandelion with her impossibly yellow mane. Her perky face popping among the grasses Always reminds me of my mother going to her grave adorned in golden garlands Each...
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