Astral Traveler
One of my earliest, most consistent, clearest memories from childhood is that i used to have recurring dreams where my brother & i could fly. we could soar. we traversed the skies & timeline unfettered - seeing everything in such a zoomed out way we were specks among stars. in these dreams it was made clear (by who? I dont know, it was just this Knowing in the way only dreamscapes can impart) that we were not to talk about this outside of our nighttime flights, least folks try to take this freedom away from us. i felt so free, so hopeful, so calm during our flights that i took the warning seriously - not even speaking to my brother about it during waking hours - i was sure we were both in an unspoken pact to preserve our magical flights of freedom…
these dreams went of for a while - at least months, maybe years. i dont know when they stopped. i dont know why they stopped.
on one hand i worry they were an escape i desperately needed & created as a child in a volatile household, on the other hand i marvel that maybe my open, child-mind was astral projecting…
as an adult i have felt “flight” in a few different ways - sweeping music, euphoric outside distance running, cooking my ancestral foods, ART…
the world is harsh, & people unkind…but i refuse to give up on a better future, human connection, & magic because ive seen it, ive felt its potential through my eyeless gaze as an 𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐑.
11x17” print of original artwork by Kita (that’s me!) printed on watercolor paper & packed in my very own studio in a biodegradable cellulose sleeve.
One of my earliest, most consistent, clearest memories from childhood is that i used to have recurring dreams where my brother & i could fly. we could soar. we traversed the skies & timeline unfettered - seeing everything in such a zoomed out way we were specks among stars. in these dreams it was made clear (by who? I dont know, it was just this Knowing in the way only dreamscapes can impart) that we were not to talk about this outside of our nighttime flights, least folks try to take this freedom away from us. i felt so free, so hopeful, so calm during our flights that i took the warning seriously - not even speaking to my brother about it during waking hours - i was sure we were both in an unspoken pact to preserve our magical flights of freedom…
these dreams went of for a while - at least months, maybe years. i dont know when they stopped. i dont know why they stopped.
on one hand i worry they were an escape i desperately needed & created as a child in a volatile household, on the other hand i marvel that maybe my open, child-mind was astral projecting…
as an adult i have felt “flight” in a few different ways - sweeping music, euphoric outside distance running, cooking my ancestral foods, ART…
the world is harsh, & people unkind…but i refuse to give up on a better future, human connection, & magic because ive seen it, ive felt its potential through my eyeless gaze as an 𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐑.
11x17” print of original artwork by Kita (that’s me!) printed on watercolor paper & packed in my very own studio in a biodegradable cellulose sleeve.
One of my earliest, most consistent, clearest memories from childhood is that i used to have recurring dreams where my brother & i could fly. we could soar. we traversed the skies & timeline unfettered - seeing everything in such a zoomed out way we were specks among stars. in these dreams it was made clear (by who? I dont know, it was just this Knowing in the way only dreamscapes can impart) that we were not to talk about this outside of our nighttime flights, least folks try to take this freedom away from us. i felt so free, so hopeful, so calm during our flights that i took the warning seriously - not even speaking to my brother about it during waking hours - i was sure we were both in an unspoken pact to preserve our magical flights of freedom…
these dreams went of for a while - at least months, maybe years. i dont know when they stopped. i dont know why they stopped.
on one hand i worry they were an escape i desperately needed & created as a child in a volatile household, on the other hand i marvel that maybe my open, child-mind was astral projecting…
as an adult i have felt “flight” in a few different ways - sweeping music, euphoric outside distance running, cooking my ancestral foods, ART…
the world is harsh, & people unkind…but i refuse to give up on a better future, human connection, & magic because ive seen it, ive felt its potential through my eyeless gaze as an 𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐑.
11x17” print of original artwork by Kita (that’s me!) printed on watercolor paper & packed in my very own studio in a biodegradable cellulose sleeve.