Burnt Orchard

To the demons within us, our ancestors before us, and mothers of all us we give thanks for your nurture and our present. May you bless this mess and help us realize how to be more of ourselves not less, make art and farm against the mad world, and acknowledge our priviledges to stand for another way of life. That we work against the idea of infinite consumption of our own selves and nature, that we learn self compassion, and continue to cultivate our deep affinity to each other.

We give thanks to the animals in our lives. We give thanks to our homes, our exploited bodies, our abundances, the food we eat, love, trees, plants, community, caffeine, the pond, the farm, the full moon, the blazing sun, our failures and continual karmic lessons, our beds, our imagination, music, the cars that transport us, and books. We give no thanks or blessings to the institutions that have oppressed us and normalize abuse.

Please help us acknowledge that we are not farming but being farmed, empower us to work with humility and destroy our egos, heal our lyme, hearts, our lonelinesses, anxiety, and stresses. Please guide us towards dismantling internalized self hatred that is the product of patriarchy and white supremacy and sharing our equity and resources to those who have been excluded from this hellscape. May 2021 be full of poetry, learning, yearning, and abundance. May the last be first. May you help us forgive and love ourselves.