A couple months ago, my partner, my cousin and I went to the Natural History Museum of Los Angeles County—mainly to experience their Gem & Mineral Hall. Just, wow. Mama Earth.
I was drawn to this trinity. I am a little obsessed with trinities. Let’s save that for a later post.
I trust Mama Earth has her body wisdom about the continuum, transparency to opacity. I cannot begin to know her wisdom, I can only notice and voice that to which I am drawn as a body memoirist.
For future Substack unfoldings, here in Coming Through: Building a Body Memoir, I feel called to create in the zone of translucence.
“But isn’t being transparent the best way to go these days?” I get it; I hear the word uplifted a lot too, and am with you in relief when it’s wisely applied.
As a body memoirist, yes, I want to share stories from the life of my unlikely body—a body whose reflection is not really represented anywhere in popular, or even marginalized cultures. I hope to affirm and cheer on other unlikely bodies in…