One year ago. #HurricaneMaria
. There is a website now: #HurricaneMariasDead
Florence, she’s still flowing.
May we open our homes and hearts to climate refugees. May we create a means for seasonal migration. May we be one.
Here’s my grandmother’s teaching on #hamaca
, the #hammock
. It is a weaving.
Supported between two trees, we'd #swing
. We'd listen to the teachings of #Atabey
, our supreme #goddess
who resides in the heavens and sings the deep earth song through the rivers and storms that nourish life. Atabey is true love and fierce protection for all her children.
We'd sway in the winds of #truth
In our hamaca, we'd listen to our #zemis
, our earth #spirits
. And we'd share stories across spacetime. The hamaca was food for the soul, which also provided literal food. We'd fish with hamaca. We'd transport our wounded, sick, elderly.
One of the gifts of the hamaca was natural immunity to many agents of disease, of viral infection. As we slept or fished or moved other folks, we'd exchange skin cells. That boosted our immunity as well as fostering connection among creatures doing their earth walks.
The hamaca is the inverse of tributes of blankets bearing smallpox.
The hamaca was a #web
of endless connection between the earthly and galactic, the living and the long #dead
. The internet is the hamaca gone digital. We surf it. It feeds us.
The internet isn’t a web but a trap. It rests though ancient technology that rises.
#Spider #Anansi #Sacred