Time for confession

A preachy essay that I hope has some value.

This Seed, in response to Zainab Amadahy’s ‘Stuck in Time’, natty abdou’s ‘entanglement as birthright’ and Diane Roberts’ ‘Úwaradaguágüda/Balance’ is an imagining of what it would be like to encounter joy as a partner in the creative dance.

Our capacity and ability to effectively support others rests on the foundation of how we care for ourselves

A moment by the water in Belize

By Lydie Dubuisson. Created during the Arrivals’ Seedpool; Moving Together Arriving Together residency at Prismatic Arts Festival 2023 in Kjipuktuk/Halifax.

A Libation in Exile for my Ancestors lost but not lost in the ether of rememory.

During my 4-month ultrasound, my doctor informed me that my baby seed girl was in prayer pose.

Making a necklace in honour of Sarvia Villagante aka my Aunty Neneng

I felt compelled to be in the forest, my grand mother and great grand mother, on my mother’s side speaking to me. So much sorrow in my heart from many recent deaths. This sorrow deeply connects to the losses that these two ancestors in particular had to endure. Where to find faith and trust?

The body as land.

This is a collaboration with Peter Olalekan Adekokan’s seed Tribute–a drum cycle played for the passing of my mum. Dancing Light video image was captured on the shores of Caribbean sea in Hopkins, Belize during the first part of my Garifuna Sojourn. The drum piece was recorded in Ibadan, Nigeria.

A collaborative Seed made by Jiv Parasram, Asitha Tennekoon, and Anju Singh.

what do we reach towards? what is drawn to us?

First draft of a song about my experience learning languages.

A poem exploring spirits. Originally published in Briarpatch Magazine, March 2021.

Response to “What is a Seed?”

Tracing my nails, my great-grandmother’s feet, and the dances of our shared sacrum.

Two key ideas foundational to developing policies & structures in organizations that work across cultures