Photo by USGS on Unsplash As I began the descent into my body, I found dirt, I found feathers, I found fur and root-slime. I found ground up bits of bone and rock, slugs and bugs, mycelium, detritus; worm-holes and worn paths. I didn’t find a Better Than, a Holier Than, a More Acceptable. Instead, each part spoke of a wilding, a Union with the feral and untamed; each piece sang the song of ages past, knowledges lost, wisdoms known and unknown. And in coming closer to myself,

Cultural appropriation is not a moral failure, but an epistemological one. Let's get into it. -- hi, I'm Thyia River North. If you're new here, I write about where western consciousness goes wrong even in its most well-meaning attempts at repair—pulling at the threads to find what's actually fraying underneath. Check out "Why I Don't Believe in Animism" to get a primer on my work. First, let's talk epistemology and what I mean by that. When I wrote the Animism article, I wa

I don't know if you all have been feeling a bit extra heavy this week, but I've been feeling pretty murky minded and a bit weighty in the body. It's been a bit of trudging through thick mud as I move through my world, both outer and inner. And, to be fair, there is a large shift I think we are all grappling with, no matter the historical precedent of such world events, that leaves us feeling a touch unmoored. I want to speak a bit on this, to cast out a line and anchor us i