LottaLittle

A Movement Artist's Page
I move with my Body
Dance with my Words
And play with my Imagination. I create, Therefore I am,
I am A LottaLittle

09/08/2024

Oh dear, I’ve hit that baking phase.

What I have known for awhile, but only recently felt it in my bones : not all bread is created equal.

For the past years I’ve been Big bloating eating bread at restaurants—I haven’t touched store bought bread for Years, because, same thing.
Big bloat, sluggishness and fatigue soon follow.

But when I make it at home with organic non bleached flours. Not only am I getting a protein bar (so much protein is in the bread flour I buy), but I also have no bloating, sluggishness or tiredness to follow. lol and we typically eat the whole damn loaf in one go. 😂

I’ve intellectually known for awhile that eating commercialized food is playing with poison. It’s another thing entirely to Feel it.

With each new growing season, I learn more about how to use our garden to supplement our groceries. I learn how to buy bulk in organic grains and beans. Locking down a meat source, or having a system where we are able to store a half or whole animal in a deep freezer, one that isn’t fed with corn, is our next journey.
(And a Freeze Drier if I’m Manifesting 😉

Little by little, the Granny-Ways are creeping back into life. And it feels so Right.

08/30/2024

I am so Mad! Sososososo Mad!
I can list off logic as to why!
I’m fu***ng Pi**ed!
but truly!
The same way when we seek Love and Validation from Others—it’s Truly the Love and Validation we want to give Ourselves.
The mad I feel at Things, the arrow of discernment points it back at me:
I’m not truly mad at Things,
I’m mad at myself!
…

That’s a fuggin’ hard pill to swallow.
Because there nothing to be done.
But the doing.
And I don’t want to.
And that makes me so goddam mad!

Why the hell do I have a teenager living inside of me!? I don’t want that part!
I Want the Wisdom Mother in me, not this angry, holding on to things, walled up—scared kid! Go away! You don’t belong here! You only make my life more Difficult! Leave!

…I am my parents…

Berating her.
The teenage me.
For doing what she thinks she must, to survive…

But I’m scared too.
I lash. I whip. I yell.
The hard thing feels too hard.
Why must I do it all?
…
but it’s not her job to be the parent.
It’s mine…

Mother Wisdom, Love, Gift me discernment on when to armor-clad for Battle. And Gift me Linen for the times I am made to embrace and breathe.
Guide me to point my arrow at the things I should and help me be a shield to the creatures I am meant to protect.
Let me not do harm to myself.
Ishvarapranidhana.

06/18/2024

Moonlight through the Squash blossoms,
Lightlin’ bugs betwixt the grass.
May the small always gift me joy.

What are your favorite memories? The ones that light your soul and fill your cheeks with so much smile you could float?
The memories that bubble in my mind are humble.
Are they for you as well?
Growing up Christian taught me that Heaven was some-other-where. Not now, but later.
I find such sadness in that story.
I find such misguidedness in that goal.
I find such detachment from our world.
It’s like working so hard in life, missing gathering wildflowers, because later on is when you buy a bouquet.
When you purchase Heaven…

If a higher Wisdom is here, They live Here. All gods were found Here.
On the simple Earth.
In the small magic.
In Moonlight through Squash blossoms and Lightnin’ bugs betwixt grass.

02/27/2024

Here it was silence.
The black expanse in front of me gleamed like thick water under a half moon yet above were pin pricks that looked like stars and cloud-like swathes of stretched purple nebulas—no light was gleaming for the viscous blackness to reflect. Mayhaps the surface was glowing. Like bioluminescent algae. Maybe I was actually in a bubble of the stuff. In this realm, everything seemed a possibility.
Maybe even I too could walk on water…
I put my naked foot out, trusted my big toe to suss out the surface tension when,
The expanse breathed.

And with that breath the world changed.

Where I dipped my toe, a web grew and spindled out.
Or did it just appear?
Or maybe I’m just seeing it now and it was always there?
Or maybe I caused it? something about my big toe’s contact with the surface caused a chain reaction. —whatever the reason was, I planted my foot firmly on the line.
📸:

10/31/2023

Big Create Day today!—My Room! Bless, it is the Last place I put energy into. The shared space is what gets the love when I have the cash to give. But today I said f**k it. Let’s have some fun. Created a much needed dynamic feature wall. Started DIYing a slat wall….anybody wanna buy me a Table saw? Finish Nailer? Miter? No Takers?

09/20/2023

As a starving artist back in 2014 I’d camp out for lunch at . Do work, sip tea, capital F Feast—so much so that I didn’t need another meal that day. As I’ve gotten older Food and Tea are not just my love language it is also a meditative practice. Learning food of various cultures, practicing at home to nail recipes or learn how to use new flavors in mad-scientist cookings, serving new dishes to my loved ones. It is part of my Joy. In my adventures I have learned, some spices are just hard to find in the city unless you make them yourself or order online—but Food is a labor of love that I do on foot. I went in yesterday and Boom. —I happy twerked. Not only did I find some spices that have somehow eluded me, I also found the Chai Pani tea I drank by the gallon in my early 20s. Thank you and for how your places fed me and the continued support in helping me feed others. Joy for all!!

10/19/2022

Good Mornin’ Black Hills. Rapid City South Dakota Hotel View.

12/22/2021

On the way to Christmas, turned our bathroom into a makeshift greenhouse. Humidifiers going. Timed LEDs. When the Plant Parents are away Plant Bebes will play.

12/11/2017

Mayan Movement Culture Study.
Wtf??
Put the middle fingers high.
I don’t need permission to be an artist. Let’s figure out how to fly after we jump.
Follow the Adventure

10/02/2017

!!!!PLEASE SHARE!!!!
To my Left you're becoming what you don't like.
You are starting to sound like the Right.

"To my Left on the Right"
Beat poetry lesson.
Take a listen.
SHARE if it resonates with you.
Love and Honor.

And always Watch in HD

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