letter to selene
As the moon approaches, bringing her subtle light in the dark sky, I sit here and write in the land of my ancestors. Of her, of them.
As the moon approaches, bringing her subtle light in the dark sky, I sit here and write in the land of my ancestors. Of her, of them.
The Liminal Compass is a letter to the ones who live in-between. If you’ve spent your life translating yourself across languages, cultures, neurotypes or diagnoses and you’re tired of never quite fitting in, this space is for you. audio version in my own voice available below About Me I’m Maria, a Greek diaspora woman, third…
Writing has always been important to me. The hidden journals as a child, the obsession with myth and story. It seems that I’ve been writing poetry for a while. It’s a medium that allows my rational brain to turn off. I often don’t feel like I think at all, my ADHD running dialogue fades into…
In Part 1, I wrote about discovering that Greek Maria and English Maria were fundamentally different people, and how crisis forced me to find authentic language in both. But recognizing the masks is just the beginning. The real question is: how do we unmask when we’re constantly switching between linguistic selves? My experience isn’t unique….