Response to “What is a Seed?”

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

Painting – digital watercolor and acrylic

A moment by the water in Belize

This seed was inspired by Nadia Myre’s poem, Under the Sky Blanket. I’ve been sleeping with a bowl of water next to my bed. The swaying lavender boat and little figure is praying to the stars and greater powers that be.

ALPSP, Seed # 2 FIND MUTYA traversing the rockies, on my way home. What I am making… –Still Image Collage– FINDMUTYA

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 losses. Then, a new beginning…

Tribute for Mama Irva Roberts…

As a response to “What do you desire to hear, see, taste, smell, or touch, as you view this material?” I was inspired to eat rice. Next thing I knew, it had turned into a whole meal.

How can I move my body, as if I am moving my ancestors’ body? How can I then search for pleasure and joy in my body for all of us? How can I commit to carving out space for joy in this physical realm and their spiritual realm? 

How did no one tell me we are made of mountains? What a secret to keep.

Meditation on these seeds as the connector between the land, the present moment, and my mother’s maternal lineage

A visual poem inspired by Julie’s invitation to honour the broken.

Short Story

This seed is in response to a compelling moment that took place when I was five years old. It was the first time I recall thinking about the concept of mortality.

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

Image of a seed cycle of life.

matrilineal pain

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