AI-free lifestyle | Poetry

A Handmade Year

Reconnecting to the things that keep us human in an age of AI

Photo by Cassidy Phillips on Unsplash

This will be a year of reclaiming the use of our hands and staying grounded a year of handmade glory a return to the things that make us human again smell the candles feel the pages of books

bring back textures, roughness of sensations soil, moss, dirt, and grass connecting with breath unplugging taking walks DIY home projects returning to ancient crafts knitting, crocheting dressmaking or weaving

tending to pets re-greening of thumbs smelling the petrichor in the air dancing to the drumbeats falling in love with community let's hold hands

bake bread ferment cook repair things make art make music draw sing dance mull over ideas write poems pen books paint forget AI and feel what it means to be fully alive

*Human-written, no AI used

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Resources

• 🕮* I write books, it keeps me away from doomscrolling and social media.*
• 🌸I also curate lists with resources for lovers of the written and spoken word here. (free and affiliate links)

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