Hello hello my loves!
Today I have another poem/prayer/affirmation for you! I call this one ‘Season of Holy Thunder.’
I find that the strongest spells are the ones that are woven from the elements themselves. Each time the thunder rolls through the skies I channel the rumbles right into my very bones to shake loose anything that’s sticking to me.
Sometimes it’s the impostor syndrome, you know, those thoughts of not being good enough, not smart enough, not talented enough to make it in a world that monetizes art and hobbies and joy. Where humans are forgetting their souls and trading them for ai prompts and everything is being produced at hyper speed. It can be so hard to focus on the art when you’re making sure you’ll be able to make the mortgage payment, and you see folks churn out entire “books” in the blink of an eye because they asked ChatGPT to do it for them. It’s obscene at how we’re all so desperate that we’re trading the feelings of the soul for the expedition of completion. When did we lose the joy of the journey through the art to just jumping to the finish line with a hollow, soulless portfolio?
Maybe it’s the need for perfection at all times. I do think that there’s an under-layer of patriarchy to all of this, a thread that I’m pulling at, teasing out with my thumbnail and trying to unravel the thoughts. We’re all taught that we need to be “on,” to perform, be picture ready perfect. I think this is bleeding over into the art. No one is willing to be messy, to struggle through finding the right words, to producing “bad content” for fear of being canceled, or ignored, or what have you. We must look a certain way, be a certain way, fill a certain aesthetic in order make it, and in a world in which capitalism is supreme, “making it” is directly tied to our survival. It’s all a vicious loop of patriarchy, misogyny, capitalism…
I suppose some of those things are longer lessons to work through… Either way, I hope that this prayeraffirmationpoem helps you remember to channel the thunder, to take up space and demand your presence be acknowledged and revered. Thunderstorms don’t ask for permission to take up space or inconvenience others in their wild beauty, and neither should you.
