~ WHY: because i want the hue-myn whirled to be less harmful than it is to wild things and wilderness.  by the reminders---in the lifework of elders such as kathe kollwitz; for the rendered gravitas of grievous humyn damages endured and the fierce compassionate example of a road not taken, i mean to do what is possible, while i live and breathe, on behalf of all things that have no words that huemyns hear.     

~ WHERE: in the hellbendre presse, among what is left of the wild sanctuary of this river valley homeplace, and alongside the masterful abilities, exemplary kindness, and generosity of more worldly practioners; for the sense and actuality of inclusive belonging they offer, allowing the renewed and newly learned calibrations and connections i long for in the other-wise peculiarly solitary practice of my devotion.      

~ HOW: with the humble, tangible, and reliable tools, skills, and materials that provide in-hand assistance to the common senses, in my intention to evermore demythologize, reclaim, and give back our stolen and co'opted singing, drawing, and speaking voices, in the teeth of the over-wrought glamours, techno-illogical travesties, and consentual-reality infestations which unrelentingly and routinely continue to harm and hinder the harried habitats of wilderness, childhood, children, and womyn of every species, and of the wild peculairs such as i, in the beyond-humyn world.  just because one can doesn't mean one should.      

~ WHO: all the unwitting, witting and willing influences, companions, sheroes, and womyntors in and beyond here-and-now; for they befriend and sustain fierce devotion, sardonic whimsy, and resourceful practice, in answer to my calling.      

~ WHEN: every minute, in the equological imagination's slow and steady, tenacious and abiding, all-encompassing apocolypse; in the ever-evolving change, inclusive diversity, and resilient practice of being.  the one thing one can change is one's own mind.  let be, and so be it; ah, womyn.