Kaia Maeve Tingley
Kaia Tingley is a writer, artist, podcaster, digital strategy nerd, and sometimes hot-tempered supernova with a wild, free soul.
The Spirits Are With Me Here
My back arches with pleasure as my body grows warm. The dark ground is moist and fragrant. The nearby fire throws sparks up against the sky. I arch my back, my eyes reaching up towards the sky to sense the incredible curve of my spine where my back turns into my wide, round, juicy ass and hips.
Porque Somos Uno
Damp, fragrant pieces of bark clung to the hair on her forearms as Lana surveyed her days' efforts with a satisfied smile. The spring earth was warm under her bare feet. Soft dark earth covered the field, hidden safely now under the camouflage of the deep, moist mulch she'd just finished laying down. The air smelt fresh and perversely alive, full of mushrooms, wet dirt, and pine bark.
My Essence As Woman Is Freedom
We live in a time of extractive patterns. Patterns where the dysfunctions of our relations, with other people and the planet, have become so normalized that we don't even remember what healthy even looks like. Patterns where we run towards what sparkles even faster than we run away from the pain behind us.
The Shelves That WOULD Go Up
I watched the first really real contraction ripple over my belly, squeezing both me and my baby with a hug of imminent change. It was a relief to feel the transition towards birth starting to happen at last. My back ached from the past few days of carrying the baby so low.
The walls dissolved around Herbert as he stared implacably, his cool blue eyes focused on nothing. A cloud of nanoparticulate dust shimmered, then coalesced into the scene for his next meeting. It was very good he wasn’t breathing, or the dust would have invaded his lungs.
Nourishing the Yin With Sugar and Greens
I've found the kind of happiness in my garden that really sinks in. It gets in all the way to my bones. My happiness thrives when it gets planted in the cyclical soil of reality. Not so much when I chase the figment of happiness born of an endless climb up the mountain of more. I cleave now to happiness that has learned a calmer embrace of death and other inevitabilities.