We are Saltfolk. We believe in the power of beauty and the wisdom of oral culture. We live at the oceanside. Mackerel. Seal. We explore the ocean inside. We want to season life so we can taste it fully. We like to surrender to waves. Grief. Joy. We love nuance, subtlety and addressing what’s most important indirectly, to honour the protocol of approach. Once upon a time, a smoky fire. We move slowly and deeply. We trust beauty to offer a buffer so we can be with hardship, crisis and collapse. The threshold of our time. Amber. Gold. We acknowledge the moments and places of not knowing and the creative force that is birthed from them. Lichen. Moss. We invite unbound imagination. Come sit on the boulders at the shore. Granite. Bedrock. They will keep you warm.

We call upon salt as the first ancestor, as the one who preserves us: our origin and memory. Salt is the trace of sea in all of us, the one showing us we have belonged to life all along. The one who washes our wounds clean and reminds us of where we come from. Feel the wind in your hair. From the north east south west. From the north. Essence. Bare bones.

We are the people. We are human. Our kinship stretches out into an infinite number of relations. We are many. We gather in ceremony. We speak prayers and poems. We use our hands to craft and to hold each other. Clay, skin, wood, flint. We have ears. We listen to the land. We listen to our dreams. We come home to the cycle and the seasons, to the liminal, to the fluid, to the beyond. North Star. Oak grove. We nourish belonging. We are Saltfolk.

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