What if the key to re-weaving systems of oppression is in the spaces in between? 
The nonsensical, sensual communion with
all that is akin to us
All that is
What if creativity gives us a way to communicate with the more-than-human, the ancestors, the microbiome, the birds, the wind in the trees, the intricate patterns underlying everything in the known? 
What if the only way to truly rebuild/re-envisage/ride the flux wave, is to give the more-than-human a voice
It is not you or I that can magically alter reality, improve or quell injustice 
Only through communion with the more-than-human can we rewrite the narrative in collaboration with the voices that have gone unheard for too long
What if the simple things, the food we gather, prepare and share, the bird song in proximity of our homes, the ancestors speaking through dappled light and ancient rhythms, is the sanctuary we yearn for. Hidden in plain sight - our lives can be overflowing with a reverence for life. 
The grief rituals we know will ease our path, giving voice to the generations of displacement, oppression, violence and injustice for all living things, can materialise naturally, spurred on by a simple willingness to enter communion with the more-than-human. To be held by rich ancient threads which give us the strength to circumvent the cultural denial of the deep grief we feel for the thoughtless, greedy, decimation of life on this planet
Marianthe Loucataris 2020