Wild Edges of Creativity: Why I Created Time Weavers

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Hola Creative Wildlings!

The fugitive rejects the promise of repair and refuses the hope of the established order. By clinging to outlawed desires, barely perceptible imaginations, alien gestures, the fugitive inhabits the moving wilds. ~S/he lives~ [sic] in open spaces, with rogue planets and stars astride a curious sky, in the tense betweenness of things.

— Báyò Akómoláfé

Heat, a poem by Ixchel Lunar

Record-breaking temps

Howler monkeys dropping like flies

Solar flares reaching hot fingers to Earth

Pretty lights tickle our skies

I pray the world goes into an ice age rather than a firestorm.

Monkeys are falling out of trees here in the jungles of Mexico.

Birds are heatstroked, laying on the ground.

Dissidents will be turned immobile from the strong rays of the sun.

Demonstrations will be carried out in the dark.

I don’t know if I will survive the heating and burning. Does anyone?

How do we organize at the edges of the Human? How do we think about the future? What does the leader become in a multispecies assemblage? In a world of mushrooms and fungal parliaments and rhizomatic quests and paraterranean tensions and minor gestures and invisible thresholds?

— Báyò Akómoláfé

We need space to dream in the wild if we are to weave new worlds.

I created Time Weavers to carve out that vital space, a sanctuary where we can engage with the unseen, the underground, and the wild edges of creativity and existence.

In the liminal spaces where the old world fades and new possibilities emerge, we can grow somatic practices that ground us, mycelial networks that connect us, and fugitive movements that liberate us.

Our world is teetering on the edge of unprecedented change. The heat of the sun and the cooling of ice are metaphors for the extremes we face.

By aligning with the natural cycles and reclaiming our ancestral and earth wisdom, we can navigate these transformations with resilience and creativity.

Time Weavers is a call to gather at the thresholds, to honor the radical and the queer, to dream wildly, and to create boldly.

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Stay wild, love fiercely. Your presence is golden.

With wild and rebellious love,

xo Ixchel

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I was raised and bore children on the traditional, unceded, and stolen lands of the Coast and Central Valley Miwok (colonized as Petaluma, CA) and Nisenan (colonized as Sacramento and Fair Oaks, CA), past, present, and future. I also write, work, and live in the highland forest of the traditional, unceded and stolen lands of the Totonac, Nahua, and Mexicah, past, present, and future, in what is known as Coatepec, Veracruz, Mexico.

P.P.S. I do not live or consent to the colonial impositions regarding the construct of Time. I also practice honoring rhythms of work, play, and rest so that I can serve you with embodied presence and with loving care. This means I may take several days to respond to your requests and questions. (h/t Eva Glamaris)

P.P.S. A mention is not necessarily an endorsement of someone. It’s an acknowledgment, a citation, of the origin of information in my process of understanding. (h/t Kelly Diels)

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