CommUnity Weaving
Weaving Healing, Autonomy, and Belonging
Anam Cara, this is the work of our hearts.
We live in bodies, minds, and spirits scarred by systems that taught us to forget each other—and ourselves. Choosing community is our quiet rebellion. It is how we mend what colonization fractured, how we answer burnout with belonging, how we move from scarcity’s hollow echo to the heartbeat of mutual aid. We do not gather as passive recipients of change; we gather as co-weavers of a living, breathing future.
Decolonization is a lifelong returning~pulling up the roots of internalized domestication, composting them into something that can nourish the next generation.
The path is muddy, communal, and lit by many blessed torchbearers. We lean on each other’s wisdom and love, knowing none of us arrives whole unless all of us arrive.
So we plant. We stir medicine pots. We remember the prayers our grandmothers whispered into seeds. Tending food, herbs, and ceremony is how Black, Indigenous, and marginalized peoples have always said we are still here. These practices are not nostalgic gestures; they are technologies of joy, sovereignty, and survival.
We Build like Mycelium—quiet, steadfast, everywhere at once. We lend our voices in service, to the stories beneath the stories—the Rio Abajo Rio, that underground current of ancestral memory and untold truth. Every voice, every offering of labor or lullaby, knots into this living web. Community is not an event; it is the soil we keep turning so new roots can breathe.
And we honor the sacred cycles: flame and ash, bud and rot, grief and glittering return. When we work with the land, we are reminded that endings feed beginnings—that what feels like loss can become fertile again.
This is an invitation. Show up with your imperfect hands, your questions, your weary hope. Bring your medicine, your spreadsheets, your songs.
Together we will kindle sacred fires of connection~transforming exhaustion into momentum, isolation into kinship, vision into rooted, resilient action.
Let’s tend this grove, side by side, until every person and place can flourish in the warmth of shared freedom.
~ Destiny Laird 🌿
