Kissed by a Crone
/I stood there enchanted when she pulled me to her for a hug and a gentle wet kiss on my cheek, just the way my Lithuanian grandmother would.
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Welcome,
Here, I will share what I’m presently working on—the Currents and Streams I’m attempting to catch hold of. Here, you will encounter Mud at the confluence of several Waterways. Oh, how I love those places! That’s where this blog lives…in the swirling Waters and Winds of Creation.
For more solid moments, enter the rest of my website and look under Projects. Here, you will stand in front of an ancient Ocean Wall where the layers of life’s influences are made visible in lines and different colors.
I delight in a multiplicity of meanings birthed in one Body, one Place, one moment, yet wholly connected to multiple moments and Bodies through Blood and Root Systems.
Here, I will share what I’m presently working on—the Currents and Streams I’m attempting to catch hold of. Here, you will encounter Mud at the confluence of several Waterways. Oh, how I love those places! That’s where this blog lives…in the swirling Waters and Winds of Creation.
For more solid moments, enter the rest of my website and look under Projects. There, you will stand in front of an ancient Ocean Wall where the layers of life’s influences are made visible in lines and different colors.
I delight in a multiplicity of meanings birthed in one Body, one Place, one moment, yet wholly connected to multiple moments and Bodies through Blood and Root Systems.
Note: As an act of radicle self-acceptance, I’ve decided to no longer pass my writing to an editor. We need spaces where neuro differences are allowed to shine. So if you have a need for perfect spelling and grammar go somewhere else please.
I stood there enchanted when she pulled me to her for a hug and a gentle wet kiss on my cheek, just the way my Lithuanian grandmother would.
Read MoreAhjo’s is a somatic earth artist. Here you will find the Lands Ahjo travels through and expresses from.
FEATURED POSTS
When freeze is no longer an option and causes more discomfort than comfort. And yet still, we can’t stop feeling dead. Inside, underneath these couch potato numb freeze states is someone screaming in agony to be let out. Making art is sometimes the only action I/we can take.
At this Intersection
When the light goes on again is our body still here, is yours?
Slower over all passions
Feet still heart
Hips still hot
the thread always there, that is this body’s sensation of both pleasure and pain saying, “come home to me, reside, be alive.” Let us fill the streets, the woods, the waterways with our naked roaring sensual alive bodies!! For within each one body, live many. And in the many we are sovereign!
I stood there enchanted when she pulled me to her for a hug and a gentle wet kiss on my cheek, just the way my Lithuanian grandmother would.
the Deer guarding the sacred Tree of Life had me stretch my heart open and flip it inside out as if my heart needed a new skin like a Snake
Glitching is the simultaneous fracturing of the self while glimpsing between the cracks the possibility of a wholeness of self that includes Earth.
My work is both deeply rooted and yet flexible in its forms of expression. The combination of words–somatic, earth, artist, hold all of this for me–the practice of embodiment, spiritual communion with nature, and the artmaking