haven
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Luya = Ginger (Tagalog)
luya enstoried
๐ข๐ธ luya was a staple in the arroz caldo (a type of lugaw) i ate growing up – spicy chunks swimming in gelatinous rice, promising to open my lungs and warm me from core to the tips of my toes.
๐ข๐ธ luya is a plantcestral guide – a form of love and care passed down from the lands that birthed my lola to her hands to my mother’s to mine.
๐ข๐ธ luya is playful, pungent, unafraid to be authentic. as a red-head (ginger), mixed person who is visibly queer/trans, I know what it feels like to “not make sense” to the ascribed labels and narratives society expects of us and grapple with belonging.
๐ข๐ธ luya grows rhizomatically – an undergound network of root body – that can be broken, scattered across seas, and re-emerge where they are planted, offering medicine for the nutrients they receive in return.
๐ข๐ธ when we planted luya in our community garden, what began with small limb-like pieces with sprouted nodes, months later, became a large body with plenty of pungent medicine to offer. thus, the sun and water, the caretakers of the garden, the luscious decay of compost, the beyond human spirits, all are a part of luya. all are a part of me.
๐ข๐ธ re-membering my pre-colonial Tagalog embodied knowledge through myth, ceremony, and healing practices has opened portals for reckoning with and integrating my white-bodied ancestors of celtic, slavic, and germanic descent. as i go further back, deeper into the soils of time and body-memory, i find the central node from which these fractaled stories emerge and interconnect with this earth, the Indigenous land i am on, and all of liberation.
๐ข๐ธ wherever i am planted, however disembodied i feel by the forces of oppression or past/intergenerational traumas surfacing in shadows and shame, the familiar and ancestral call of luya brings me home to my soma-scape (somatic landscape) – my body and spirit filled with memory, dreams, and place. it is through honoring my conflicts and re-connecting to generative sources of relation that i am wholly enstoried. fully ensoiled. luya entangled.
hi beloved, i am haven (they/them), a genderfluid transsexual being with a tangling of european (celtic, slavic, germanic) and filipinx (tagalog, visayan) lineages. i am a settler uncolonizing on the ancestral lands of the Kumeyaay people, so-called san diego.
i guide others in connecting to their story and re-generative power through ceremonial tattoo, poetic invocations, and transformative storywork, to gestate mythopoetic embodiment towards healing and *collective liberation*
i am a self and community-taught handpoke and machine tattoo artist and budding herbalist and somatics practitioner in the wise one and ancestral folk traditions. i center transformative and loving justice values always.
please view reciprocity to see teachers, containers, mentors, co-liberators, and community work that shape my praxis.
*collective liberation is joyful, emergent, rigorous; it requires transformative approaches that engage justice across race, land, gender, healing, disabilities and more to dismantle white-bodied supremacy and settler-colonialism. read more in haven’s zine, “who are we for us?” here.

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