Invitation Two ~ You Are Being Woven
An Invitation to Begin Dissolving the Sense of Separability Without a PowerPoint
🌀 Also known as: How to lie down and remember you’re not alone. Never were. Also—you’re partially bacteria and a little bit cloud.
🌱 Step 1: Drop It Like It’s Not Yours
Find a place to stand. Let your body feel awkward.
Bounce your knees like a nervous tree.
Breathe. Three deep ones.
Walk ten steps forward.
Each step a stitch sewn by the unseen ones who walked before you.
🫀 Step 2: Lie Down and Surrender the Myth of Solitude
Get horizontal. Ground, moss, carpet—any altar will do.
Close your eyes. Not to escape. But to remember.
This is not relaxation. This is re-minding. You are being threaded.
🧶 Step 3: Meet the Threads
Visualize filaments: light, weightless, wriggling.
Red for beloveds. Orange for conflict.
Yellow for mammals. Green for plants.
Blue for water. Brown for decay and roots.
Gray for tech and tools. Violet for the unseen.
Purple for more-than-human elders.
They’re not symbols. They’re tethers. You’re not the center. You’re part of the pattern.
👃 Step 4: Smell the Threads (Figuratively. Or Not.)
Bring to mind someone you love. And someone you avoid.
A mushroom. A wolf. A landfill.
Their threads pulse. Yours pulse back.
Let them twitch. Don’t analyze. Just breathe.
🧬 Step 5: Scan for Aliveness
Where do the threads hum most loudly in your body?
Spine? Gut? Toe? Ear?
Feel it. Don’t name it. Just honor it.
🔮 Step 6: Let the Impossibility Do the Work
You can’t map all your relations. Good.
Let your heart move where your mind cannot.
This web is older than words. Let it hold you.
🌍 Step 7: Reopen Without Rationalizing
Feel the whole tangled mess—beauty, violence, memory, compost.
You’re not building it. You’re being built by it.
Let that be enough.
👣 Step 8: Walk Back Like a Prayer
Stand up. Walk ten steps back with awareness.
Each step touches ancestors. Each step touches shit.
And yet, each step is also grace.
🙏 Step 9: Say Thanks Without Stage Lights
Thank the land. The breath. The breathers.
Thank the bacteria and the mess.
Not because you “should.” Because you can.
💬 Step 10: Whisper Spell (For Those Who Forget Easily)
“I am not alone. I never was.
Even when I act like a jackass—
I am being woven.”