Bend Curve Kink Arc
+ Thank you for coming last weekend to the Reiki Open House and Louise’s Temperance Tarot x Hypno sessions. The whole weekend felt like a mid-autumn boost, and a subtle reframing for myself around the refinement ascribed to the Metal element (and season.) Thank you for attending and taking part. Opening my home to these practices and gatherings is an honor.
+ This weekend I’m performing my ongoing duet with Molly Ross at BEAMS Studio in Brooklyn. Saturday and Sunday, both shows at 6PM. You Can Get Your Tix Here.
+ I’m raffling off a Reiki session for Abdullah and his family. My sweet friend, Leslie, is raising funds to support Abdullah Abu Ghaneem and his family while they rebuild life in Gaza. The Raffle is open thru 10/21. Details on how to enter are below <3
+ The next two weeks of October are the final classes inRed Hook (free!) The Ridgewood crew is unsurprisingly fab and focused. Let me know if you want to join in, would love to hav eyou. I’ve started to bring images into the Tuesday morning Movement Research class so we’re building out the knowledge body…
You can always schedule a one on one. Thursdays-Mondays thru the end of 2025 <3
If you’ve been to my house for any of the classes, workshops, events in the past week you will know that my sink/the kitchen plumbing fell apart. The sink itself filled with this murky bog water that smelled like metal. You couldn’t see through it. It rose silently, behind my back, and required immediately attention and made a huge mess. And once it occurred, everything went back to looking like nothing had happened. I was in such turmoil while the water was in the sink, making that space unusable. As it was getting fixed the mess was spread all over, making it all seems worse before it got better.
Inside of my discomfort with the whole event, I knew I had to trust the outcome and that what I was looking at was the mirror of me. This whole beginning of Autumn has felt like an assessment of the silt that I’m carrying around. All this old information and qi that I can tell is getting loosened, but hasn’t left yet. And it took getting to a breaking point to watch it all leave at once. As the sink was broken, then broken further, then not a sink, and then put back together with new working parts I was also pouring out whatever the muck was within by watching this sink event so closely.
It made me reflect on the labor of refinement, the mess that happens around the construction of the object/thing/idea that acts like a nest. It holds you and your thing close to each other. And then the refinement feels complete after the mess is cleaned up. The object is made, and then you clean up the workspace. You wash the dishes, take a shower, sweep, put away tools, etc. After that the job is done. It took me a long time to wrap my head around the part of Metal Season that is about the metal being shaped and shined into a curated piece. The metal isn’t raw, it is chosen and uplifted. And now, as I stared at my sink holding the black bile, I was also contemplating the interior, the process, the world that the object emerges from.
Tracking this thought even further, this week I am coming back to McLuhan talking about light as a medium over and over again. In this moment, in this day, I am thinking about how light could maybe be the only medium. It is the thing that brings dimension, it illuminates, it is a faulty proof system. It gives the option of shadow. I’ve been marveling at the sky. I’ve been organizing objects to build images that are captured by the video camera. I’ve been walking around and taking in. I’ve been attending to the screen. I wake up this morning and feel everyone on the plane that exists when the veils are thin and somehow everyone is psychic whether they like it or want it or not. Or that’s how it feels to me. Talking isn’t necessary, but it becomes fun because you don’t have to surface, you can hop into the deep end. The gathering has begun. Less language, less outward force. Letting that crystal beam. In to out.