ameia camielle

it’s taurus season again, been dancing a lot these days. most of the time i still think i’m really bad at it, but honestly the older i get the more i feel like that’s not even the point, i think the point is to just keep dancing, u know? yesterday after ballet i cried in my car the whole way home lol just thanking god for my body, my dancing body, bc what a gift it is to move, sweat, be exhausted, shaky on your feet, be danced. i don’t know. i really learned this yr how heartbreak shows u where ur heart is, lol. lets u know there’s still something in u that can ache. i think it’s good to ache sometimes, to be sore. i hope i never stop feeling things

hi family !! 🌸🌸🌸🌸 a message from the mountaintop & a little introduction to this land we have been stewarding so tenderly together at the school for inclement weather (@weathering.school ). many of u know this place & this work have changed my life in unspeakable ways! i met this land when i was 19 and a baby farmer and this place has held me and so many others so gently over the years. i have been blessed (!!!) to be growing the farm this season & to witness all the other essential and life-giving work that is happening up here. the land has been so generous & still we are in need of some *real support* at this time. it has been a hard year y’all!!!! 
we’re urgently raising resources for the school for inclement weather to close our beautiful year of custodianship with dignity, abundance and care for the co-stewards of this epic work!! this month, we’re certifying 60 Wildland Firefighter Type IIs in the deepest and dopest way with the ATTUNE program (@weaving_earth ), we’re harvesting the milpa for our tribal food security project in collaboration with the Kashia Cultural Department, and processing black diasporic crops (okra, indigo, gourds, sorghum, etc.) for ritual craft, medicine and food grown by me and flore costumé <3 and, though we are SO blessed, in SO many ways, money would be real helpful👀 💸 🫠 

this gorgeous disaster companionship work has been a labor of love and we will not be able to get through the end of the year without financial support! we’re calling upon our community to help us finish this season with dignity for our small, devoted team! invest in your apocalypse insurance ;)!! link in my bio ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 Photos by Nathalia Scherer (2,6), Paige Green (3,7), Mekdela Maskal (1,4), Ciara Ali Khan (5,8), Jiordi Rosales (5), Brooke Porter (8), Saill White (8)

i think this is the year i fall in love with amaranth <3 it is seed saving season & once again, i am standing in the grass with my back perpendicular to the wind. bowls full of seed. listening for how to best position myself, catching small blessings by my feet. waiting for the wind to come back around. i find so much comfort in the familiarity of this posture. when i don’t know what else to do with myself it’s nice to have shapes like this to return to. it helps me know what time it is. it is familiar now & 5 years ago when i winnowed for the first time it was still familiar. some things ur body remembers even when u don’t. i wonder how many more times i will take this shape. or how many times i will be bent over the grass with a sickle. i am grateful for all of them. the seeds remind me that what is precious can also be abundant. thousands of small miracles in just one plant! i want to live with that kind of generosity and insistence! and FLAVOR! omg 🦩🪭🎀🌸💕💖 happy fall everyone <33

bleeding, sorghum and indigo in the ground, corn sprouting, broken irrigation, farmers tan, sweaty armpits, no one in the house, national guard in LA, life is easy and hard out here music by sweet moki

last august up here … my 1st week staying on the land & also my 1st time staying up there alone which was inadvertently a hard launch into shepherding life for me lol … of course the sheep got out the next night to make a run for the apples down the hill. i was so scared of losing them. i’ve never felt so responsible for the life of that many other beings, and so needed. it felt like training for motherhood or maybe just training for living in the world because we all need each other like that really, don’t we ? i watched no other land with cela and ara last night. settler violence is so disgusting. it’s the same shit everywhere, it is exactly the same shit that’s happened here in this country and in california… settlers showing up with their guns and just tearing worlds apart. wow i feel so deeply for the shepherding communities in masafer yatta who are having to pack all their sheep and goats into the truck to flee along with their family. because how could you leave anybody behind? i can’t stop feeling all those relationships - human to human, human to sheep, human to grass, whatever, they hold lifeways together, through displacement and mass death and all the horrors of this world. i know no matter what happens in the world i will hold onto my people & my seeds for dear life. what else is there? when the fire comes what will you carry with you? and who? our love is so precious. the AI shit taking over san francisco is so scary to me and i can feel everyone just slipping away from each other and from real life. i try to use this app as honestly as i can but i’d really like to leave it for good soon because i really would like to hold on to the real world as hard as it is to be in it these days. maybe you will join me thank you for listening, i hope you hold someone you love today, i hope you find some soft pleasure (as flore would say) in that touch

i dont know! life continues to surprise me. things are quiet up here in the mountains and i’ve been spending lots of time watching the sky (look at that comet!). what i’ve realized is how damn fast this earth is spinning! if u think things move fast down here on the ground, look up! it has been keeping me together to witness how even as things turn (every day another revolution) we are still in orbit. i wonder in these (never ending) moments of spin what it is that will keep us tethered. what holds u in orbit? what do u move around? for me it has been this land. at moments these past months have felt like free fall but even in motion i know im held among many gravitational fields. whatever it is we are moving thru the land can hold it. let the trees hold ur tears. plant a seed! im grateful that this earth is gracious enough to keep us on the ground. no matter how much us humans spin out, on this planet, somehow we can always still plant our feet on the ground. i’ve been bringing my feet back earthside whenever i can. & on that note some loved ones and i are curating & publishing a new farmers almanac for norcal. we are accepting submissions thru the solstice! do u have a story u would like to share? a poem? a picture? we would love to receive it! and give u a beautiful copy of the zine! link in bio :p may love keep u in orbit, at this time & always 💫🪐🌕🌟🌩️

right on time

pictures from n. florida & louisiana, and another love poem lol 🐊🐊🐊

i love u isha, may u always have a big tree to read in. bless your sweet life, u are so dear to me

a couple months ago i graduated college & turned 22 & met ruthie gilmore all in the same week. ruthie hosted a seminar on the soviets & abolition which really ended up being a conversation about self determination & statehood & the placemaking practices of freedom. i went to the talk right after my commencement. ruthie said the university is a crossroads: i indeed have spent the majority of the past 4 years shitting on the legacies of wheeler & hearst & kroeber & barrows and all the violence this school was built on/continues to produce. i’ve also spent the past 4 years meeting and working with some of the fiercest and kindest and most generous people i know. so much of my world is in the bay now & even as i transition out i am really grateful for this place. many more thoughts but not for the instagram caption lol here are my poorly cropped notes from the seminar & also some pictures isha took of me in the garden. i’ve learned and spent so much more time there than in any classroom on campus. last slide is an excerpt from the undercommons. the prayer has been to drain as many resources as possible out of this institution & into community. to take our shit back. to learn campesinx a campesinx. & to grow a whole lot of food!! yum 🌽🧄🍅 thank u berkeley

desert outtakes (bye bye bay area)

love poem, for no one in particular