Places That Claimed Me: Matrilineal Lands and the Body’s Knowing
What happens when the land remembers you first? These are the places that claimed me—Matera, Lecce, Pelion, and Friesland. Where the matrilineal line still pulses. Where the body becomes a vessel for memory. Where women walk differently.
Friseland; Sanctuary of Renewal
In the windswept dawn of Friesland I stand, where centuries of seafaring courage and fierce autonomy echo through salt-kissed air. Here, every grain of mudflat holds stories of resistance and renewal, and I carry that legacy in my bones. Each morning I awaken steeped in the province’s tenacious spirit, my own identity reshaped by its potent history, rooted in both steadfast earth and unyielding tides.
From Athens to Tsangkarada to Amsterdam: What Traveling Teaches Me About Staying Wild, Sacred, and Sane
I never really fit like a puzzle piece. I more haunt the cities I choose, bare feet on old stone, carrying my rituals, my dog, my ungoverned body. From Athens to Tsangkarada to Amsterdam, this is what travel burns off and what it makes sacred.