Pulling words + elements from SMS ‘Zine {No.1} into my own.*
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I feel barely {t}here.
And so I climb back into my body
my imperfect
my layers
my ground{ing}.
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Before the babies awake and need and before they fill my arms, I’m racing around in my mind. Trying to make myself slow and find words, trying to mind myself into stillness.
Mind your manners.
Mind your parents.
Mind your tongue.
These phrases just arose from my past, illuminating my disembodied childhood. They shamed and controlled me, kept me locked securely in my mind, away from my body.
Even now, I still shame myself and tell myself to mind my life. And yet, for all of my forcing and trying to mind, my body is the only thing that brings me back to center.
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Gypsy journalism has infiltrated my art journal. Secret Message Society ‘Zine Issue One is lying midst my tattered and my determined, my creativity and my coffee cups. Mandy {messycanvas.com} is firing up her press for Issue Two. Subscribe today.
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