You are Here to be Heard
Dear Writer...
Dear Reader,
Or writer, if you happen to be one,
if you happen to relate,
(because I write for writers,
creators,
fellow witches.)
I write not to be understood but to tell the story, give it air
give it space 🛸
so that those on this wavelength
can have words to describe
what you already know to be True
in yourself.
Dear Writer,
Do you ever dig through your archives to pull out a story you’d written only to realise, you’d never written it at all? It just felt like you had because it was so present in your head?
That used to happen to me, haunted me, a lot. So I decided to publishing once a week (right here), to make sure I finished things.
The trouble with starting to write, and starting to finish things, is that more ideas emerge through the act of writing.
Ideas arrive, and the piece you started feels incomplete. You can see gaps in what felt like potential for a full picture. Easier to scrap the whole thing, and let it go unseen.
I feel this way about activism too — that saying a little isn’t saying enough, and so I say nothing. It’s easier to attack someone for ‘performative activism’ or ‘faking it’ than to call someone out for their silence (although, this is changing). For me, though, when I’ve spoken up a little, I’ve received positive feedback. People are grateful I said something they were thinking silently. Or that they alone had been shouting. I’ve gotten a few unfollows and one transphobic hate rant in my DMs. But no one called me out for not doing enough. I was surprised that any angry transphobic people were following me at all, and their responses showed me that my small gesture had effect.
Be informed. Commit to continual learning. Go out of your way to listen to marginalised voices. Deepen your ideas. Decolonise yourself. Allow your perspective to shift. And also, keep writing, creating, and speaking what you know to be true, with what you have learned already. If you feel you don’t know enough to speak on something, do not let that stop you. Recommit to learning. Admit your uncertainty. Embrace the mystery. The wisest people are the ones who most often admit they do not know. Get comfortable with not knowing. Remember: nobody knows everything. The universe is ever-changing. It’s never been quite like this before and it never will be again. Nobody knows. And at the same time, deep down, in the core of our souls, beneath the fog of what is safe to be spoken, we all know.
The fast pace of social media pressures us to make thoughtless content and to be thoughtless consumers of content. If you are wary of this, yours is a voice that should be heard. What is your medium? It doesn’t have to look like mine, and mine doesn’t have to look the same today as yesterday.
Here are some ways I express myself:
I write personal essays here on Substack.
I teach lessons on time on the Time Academy podcast.
I am designing my own Lunar Logbook planner to reclaim nature’s way of measuring time
I post TikTok videos of Taylor Swift tarot readings, creative advice, and also just, anything I please. The less it ‘makes sense’ the better the video does, I find.
I post on Instagram, usually to share these essays, but also pictures I like, and reposting things I find there, be they profound or silly or both.
I have deep beautiful true meaningful conversations with the closest people in my life, and also with acquaintances and strangers divinely placed on my path. Sometimes short, sometimes long.
I play songs and write music and sing in the street.
I play dress up every day.
You don’t need a thesis statement or a fully branded platform. You don’t need to have read every book on the subject. But when you start to commit to sharing more of yourself, you will also open yourself up more to others. Invite in their perspectives. Get curious about their lives. What they thinking about?
My magic has worked on myself. Just now, as I write. It happened exactly as I said it would, only a few paragraphs ago. I was going to end this piece there, but then I added a simple bullet point, on what I’m thinking about, and another essay spilled out of me. I’ll save its entirety for next week, but here’s a preview on what I’m thinking about.
I’m thinking about how Ireland’s Eurovision contestant, Bambie Thug, is an actual real-life witch who performed a an actual real-life hex on the global stage on the night of the New Moon in Taurus. 👀‼ I’m thinking about how when Nemo of Switzerland won, Bambie Thug removed their own crown and placed it on Nemo’s head. Nemo is the first non-binary winner of the Eurovision. When they sung their winning performance, they wore the witch’s crown. Ireland did not win. But the witches won, and so did their spell, for love. More on this soon.
For now, I will ask you: what are you thinking about? What feels too big to express? I invite you to share, in a comment, or on your own blog, or simply out loud where someone will hear you. Because, writer, you are here for more than your journal. You are here to be heard.
💗 X 🛸
