I am BEcoming home.

Over the last few years, I have been on a wild and unclear pathway. Without a compass or GPS, I have been trying to locate myself without a particular goal.

My goal was healing. My goal was liberation. Now, my goal is to BE connected to me with every breath. From there, I hope art emerges.

This is very disjointing for someone with as many Taurus placements as I have (5!) for those of you who don’t know astrology, I am someone who needs deeply rooted security and nice things. I am sensual fixed earth.

I like organic opulence.

This could sound materialistic. It is.

Money matters.

AND many things can be true.

To me, this also means my rooting and stability must live beyond the material.

My security is beyond the capitalist currency I accumulate to earn my worthiness.

In the last few years, I’ve lost a lot. A lot of money, relationships, weight, and people who live on this earth.

I’ve let go of jobs, contracts, ways of being, clothes, and some dreams that no longer resonate with who I am.

This is a practice. I am living into the conditions I need to…

^{TRUST MYSELF MORE THAN CAPITALISM.}

I’ve taken steps forward without knowing what I was moving towards. This is intuitive and emergent way-making. I’ve been led by faith and spirit. Guided by ancestral GPS, I’ve been led by the moon, the stars, and the cosmos. Chasing rivers, trees, and butterflies, at each turn, I come home to myself.

This is new for me. I’ve always has a to-do list that is way to long for what is actually possible in a day, week, month, year. I’ve been motivated by avoidance. Avoidance of failure, avoidance of heartbreak, rejection, and grief.

I thought this was normal. This isn’t just productivity. This is something more. My motivation has not been completion of a specific goal. While I would create big goals like becoming a mother. Becoming a mother who raises a “free” Black child. Becoming a mother who can do it all, have it all, and take naps.

From fitness goals, to lifestyle goals, to wellness goals, I continued to create a new and impossible bar for my enoughness.

Becoming a success was measured by the next goal I needed to achieve and master. So, being unsatisfied has been my norm. I know unsatisfied well.

I know what it feels like in the pit of my stomach.

I know what it smells like. It smells like pine sol. It tastes like stale air. It sounds like rumbling and churning. Less hunger, more disgust.

I am writing to myself to life!

My writing has also been a place to experience ME. It is a place where I get to determine if I am full. I get to speak what I desire into existence as a stanza in a poem. It is where I get to break open. I am perfectly imperfect here.

This is home. It is the place of my intact roots. It is the place where my roots are exposed. So, I can remember where I truly come from. So, I start with my connections to the earth as the beginning and not the uncertain end. The doom scroll is unnecessary when I don’t have a clear path because I am not searching for more things to avoid or to consume to ensure my safety.

This is how I love myself to life.

I write and tell stories of revolutionary love and resilience that inspire embodied evolution and collective revolution.

I’ve been following the embodied resilience of Africans throughout the diaspora who never let go. From my Gullah Geechee root worker kin who made home on stolen land individually or collectively. Also known as spiritualists and healers from the South Carolina to Coasts of Northeast Florida and inland to Central Georgia, These are my people. We share the genetic expression of fully in-tact creativity.

In Constructing a Nervous System, author Margo Jefferson says,

“There is no escaping the primal stuff of memory and experience. Dramatize it, analyze it, amend it accidentally, remake it intentionally….

My nervous system is my structure of recombinant thoughts, memories, feelings, sensations, words….

I write to make my way to the center of the world and find language to express the fractures there.”

I want to explore the wisdom of my body and how it breaks and falls and shatters the fixed ideas of American culture.

I write about nervous systems as metaphor. I playfully engage the material realm of the the body, to explore all of the ways I can construct a new nervous system for myself through art, poetry, storytelling, and healing modalities.

I find wealth in the richness of my relationships. My community. My body.

I am worthy of wealth. We all are.

This is the beginning of a new form of social media.

Welcome to a space for cultural narrative shapers, artists, creators, healers, caregivers, and changeworkers. Here, I embrace being perfectly imperfect. Some parts of me need you to understand this so they can relax. Expect a first draft with edits, typos, and occasional missing or extra words. This approach helps me reach completion. I will revisit and refine it—most likely, yes, because that's my process. This isn't about perfection; it's about acceptance. It's about gaining more clarity and connecting deeply with my authentic message.

In this space, you will have the opportunity to experience long-form essay, short blog posts, resources, questions, practices, and podcast/audio messages from me.

With this newsletter, I am hoping for a call and response kind of experience.

I share. You share. You comment. You spread. We ignite.

We are weaving our experiences together. I am a spark for creative expression. My hope is that I will tell stories that create new timelines. I hope to touch the needs of your storykeepers, the moon child, inner child, small one inside of you that knows that you can make a secure HOME for them to come to.

This is where I come to heal, fail, and make art in public.

This platform is not just my newsletter. It is a place for us to co-create. For me to write myself to life. I hope to collect and share the kinds of stories and art that allow us to draw a new constellation of stories and create new narratives for the worlds we want to live in.

I will not always write long form essays. Words don’t always serve us.

Stay tuned. We are only just beginning!

In revolutionary love,

Erin