Disrupting capitalism, one heart at a time.

It took to my crone years before I was able to begin the ongoing work of detangling the voices in my head that weren’t mine.

Instead, they were the voices of a white-supremicist cis-heteronormative patriarchal, capitalist colonial machine, planted in my head to keep the machine chugging along.

Even my innate inclinations towards social justice, equity, diversity, inclusion, truth and reconciliation – inclinations that led me to labour and political activism – were informed by corrupted messages of grind culture (credit Rest as Resistance by Nap Ministry founder Tricia Hersey)

Working for social justice to create caring society in extractive and unsustainable work environments (using the tools of the master to dismantle the master’s home, to paraphrase Audre Lorde) led to a burnout from which it has taken years to recover.

I suspect I am not alone.

The interrelated systems of colonial capitalist fuckery employ a diverse set of tools to keep us separated from ourselves and our true nature.

They separate us from our hearts and souls, our bodies, the Earth, and each other by design.

The result us individual, collective, and environmental trauma.

Shame and binary thinking are two of its mainstay tools.

Shame is a liar, meant to keep us small and quiet and asleep, to prevent us from disrupting and challenging dysfunctional systems that harm. To prevent us from the thriving that is our birthright.

I believe the antidote is a return to the body, to interdependence, to rest, and reconnection with nature.

The antidote is individual and collective trauma healing.

This is what I am passionate about – to remember my wholeness, beginning in ecosystem of my own body, and rippling out from a place of sustainable thriving into my community, my work, and my world.



What are you passionate about?