HeyJaredSavannah Clancy
story, wonder, family, birth, music, art, wilderness, connection, community, sustainability, ecology, animism, learning with the land.
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Creative Portal 1.3 (opens the original)
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Honestly, if anything, if you had wings, where would you fly?I went back and forth on whether or not I liked this prompt or should have picked a better one. But that’s the thing about prompts: they are a starting board. Anything can be a prompt. Pressure, friction, limitations- are all potential doorways into the infinite. I chose this as a prompt because it was the end of the song I wrote last month: Flying South (give it a listen & read last month’s creative portal here). I so
The Slow Harvest (opens the original)
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I don’t write about slowing down because it’s something I am good at. My mind is always biting at the bits, looking for some eccentric satisfaction. Not much satiates, mind you. There’s a way in which it speaks to me, draws me out, makes me think. But thinking for me is not so much my mind, but the totality of my devotion. I have what some might name an ability to hyper-fixate. When I’d start up a book as a child, my parents would comically say farewell to me, knowing that I would not pick up a
Mother Making: Sturgeon Moon (opens the original)
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My daughter’s birthday was yesterday, her second year around the sun. It feels wildly profound and yet wholly mundane; motherhood is steeped in destiny while it chafes at the edges of personhood, allowing nothing to slip by in its attentive gaze.I started this Substack a few months after she was born, my writing totally enthralled by matrescence. If you’ve been here for a while, you know that these last two years have marked some of my most creative days to date. Since becoming pregnant, I have
crux of the season (opens the original)
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It’s the crux of the season, the heat of summer, where it all starts to bend at an extended angle. Will we ever move on from this? Somehow the elongated shadows hold in us a refuge of some summer dreaming from long ago. We are all children really, reaching and hiding, abandoned from each other. How early our longings of nothingness are mocked. However far removed, a small part remains. It looks like picking blackberries— not enough to store, but enough to eat, letting the juices run and squish b
Creative Portal 1.2 (opens the original)
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As things go, just my second post, and things are taking shape in their own way. I realized that this space is less about me telling others how to do something and more of a conversation, a living example of what it looks like to be in relationship with creation. So I am going to lean into the rawness of sharing my own creative process month to month. In addition, I am taking away the paywall— but if you are inspired to support my creativity financially, it is very much appreciated. My intention
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