e c o s y s t e m

we are, all of us,
to some the mycelium
and to some the tree

we might be
the fungus
or the flower

we can strive to be
the soil
or the root

we are, all of us,

from abandon our nightmares, 2021

I spend a lot of time thinking about how we fit together. About the stories we tell ourselves about ourselves. About the traits we are trained to value, the traits we are taught to resist or deride.

What would it be like to believe instead that all of us have value, exactly as we are? How would that change the way we see one another? The way we see ourselves? And others may see us differently than we see ourselves, for better or worse–and, regardless, we each contribute to our shared ecosystem.

along the Nüümu Poyo, 2020