I took delivery on a hammock chair after having my inner covetousness activated by seeing it in action (and yoinking it from Kimi for a bit) and instead of leaving it in the box for a year like I might have not too long ago, I unpacked the thing and took it on a test drive in my front yard.
I loooooooooove it, though I will admit, it’s a bit of a trial to get in and out of the bag and set up – not like those easy camping chairs that you can practically toss in the air and expect to land in a usable position BUT the whole “swinging in a hammock chair in the evening sun” thing makes it well worth it. Here’s the little vignette I set up out there.
Something about rust and teal makes me ridiculously happy. I don’t know why.
I sit out here often now with my iPad and a podcast in my ears, and it is exactly what I wished for myself in July of 2020 when I first moved here. I couldn’t quite get myself to do much more than stoop sit for a couple of years there but that’s shifted, like so many things have shifted, and I’m grateful.
I went live on YouTube yesterday and talked a bit about the struggle of getting any kind of traction on that platform. I think the fact that I talk openly about mental health, trauma, and other things that the YouTube gods have deemed “controversial topics” means I’m being throttled. My subscribers report that I *never* pop up in their “recommended for you feed” and despite hitting the bell to get notified when I go live, that never happens either.
I’ve done over 40 lives on YouTube and my subscriber count hasn’t budged. I’m lucky to get twenty people in there – twenty!
So, I give up. I’m going to move the lives to Facebook because that’s where my peoples are AND the test live I did yesterday got more views and comments than anything I’ve ever done on the YouTubes.
It was a good try, though. I’m not counting it as a failure, though I admit I did have a moment when I wondered “Is it me? Am I boring? Am I not worth showing up for?” and then I recognized that for what it was – bullshit.
Anyway, here’s what I made during the live.
The blackout poem I created:
The first time I had ever seen big water
the strength of lace
bobbins and threads trailing
old women
with full open heart(s)
a sudden Holy Spirit.
The book I’m using for this project I started in March of 2020 and abandoned is “Untie The Strong Woman” by Clarissa Pinkola Estes. If you’re going to work with blackout poetry, starting with beautiful prose sure does help!
The next poem I’ll be painting to (on the right hand facing page) feels so poignant to me…
I ran laughing.
I ran more – laughing, laughing
laughing as though crazy drunk.
For punishment they
set me down hard
in the dark
by myself.
Oof, right?
It conjured memories of the way I was “grounded” in childhood for the tiniest infraction – months in my room, forced to eat in the bathroom so I wouldn’t get food on the bedding, plate perched on the toilet seat while I sat on the floor, my siblings forbidden from speaking to me but taunting me anyway, my parents faces, stony, cold.
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This morning as I sip my coffee and slay the list, I know this to be true:
No one will ever set me down hard in the dark by myself again. I am and will forever be in the business of finding or making light.
Xo
Effy
I have never once gotten a bell when you go live so I am so glad you are moving venues. It’s not you its them. Also, HAMMOCK CHAIR.
Yeah. I’m so sick of algorithms, yanno? Let me find my peoples!
It is not you. I never get the notifications either. Love hammock chairs!!! Swing to calm!
The hammock chair is EVERYTHING! I love it so much.
i love those poems. found poetry can be so magical, right?! i’ll miss your lives, but i understand needing to make changes when things don’t work for you. i love and adore you but i’m not going back on fb for anything/one. i’ll just get my effy fix from moonshine, patreon and your blog. :-)
love & magicks
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I feeeeeel you! The replays will go up on Patreon (and in my membership site if I ever get it running!).
I’m so glad for me this is happening. I l hated the way the YouTube work d, that we couldn’t talk
We won’t be able to talk on the Facebook live, either, but you can *chat* there! :)
I love this. And, i love it for You.
There is grief about the youtube/Facebook situation but, i am guilty of *at least * receiving an email from you, Effy, about going live and rarely ever going to uTube. So… Instead i am happy for the validation you received when shifting platforms.
I remind myself that there are plenty of your videos waiting for me to dive in. FOMO does NOT exist for this situation.
I send you energy and support for the upcoming growth.
Just to let you know, you are a strong, beautiful, amazing woman.
Found poetry is so much fun… you could do a whole session on it, with everyone having the same page, and no two poems would be alike…just as no two artists would draw exactly the same still life or the same landscape… individuality rules!!