Hello. I’m Christina Dietrich and this blog is where I write about the things that are important to me. They are hard things, sticky things, often ugly things. I was born, raised, and live in the American Pacific Northwest, and that means I am a product of patriarchy, genocide, racism, sexism, consumerism, disembodiment, denial, sexual violence, classism, privilege, and entitlement.
I write because I am claiming the voice my family and my society tried to silence, the voice that was my divine birthright. I write because I want to share my experience as an act of healing in community, healing both my wounds and the resonant wounds in the people around me. I write for my son; to hone my ability to dissent so that he will always know the truth about where we live and who we are. I write for my husband; to become the woman I was meant to be so that he can be met, loved, and seen by an equal; so that he can also heal.
I am a woman, a mother, a feminist, a wife. I am compassionate, judgmental, loving, a bully, empathetic, obstinate, caring, rigid, and creative. I’m passionate about systems, beauty, process, experience, trees, interconnections, transitions, logistics, balance, and clarity. I manifest the Amazon, the Androgyne, and the Mother-to-be-Crone.
I will be in this body because it is mine and it is beautiful.
I will use this voice because it is mine and it has value.
I am Mine.