A Brick to Our Miseducation

The deeper I engage with Art Therapy, the stronger I feel about its place within advocacy and activism.
So how can I not use it as such?

• Every story we penetrate about who we are - or who we’re told we are - is a brick to the miseducation we’ve received about our ‘role’ and our ’place’.

• Every opportunity of ‘not knowing’ is a new self that can breathe in a system that chokes us into boxes and bottom-lines.

• Every reminder of something we once housed within us is an act of preservation.

• Every moment we slow down and reclaim from the fast-paced structures we’re set in is a chance for regeneration and transformation.

• Every rising sense in our body that we move towards, is a resistance to the numbing fleetness of the everyday.

• Every seeded curiosity about our next step can be a toxic cycle broken.

So how can I not use it as such?

Someone Lived In This House

‘Someone lived in this house before me.’

To be able to recognise our voice from the voices of others that have lodged in our bodies. 
To unbraid/untangle our knowing from those we inherited from generations passed. 
Means to be able to sit with these voices and learnings long enough to tell the difference - what is mine and what isn't?

Much of our shame, our interpretations, our prejudices, our sadness and our anger are lessons carried through uninterrupted cycles of behaviours and responses - from our mothers, our fathers, our ancestors, our communities and the systems we live in.

What are we dragging along? 
What are we passing on? 
What needs to be uncovered?
What needs to be unlearned?
What can we do without?

What needs to be felt and known, for this house to become your home?