A letter to my Tokyo-residing creative, whimsical,
nerdy, holistic, witchy, queer, literary, holistic,
magical, neurodivergent, femme/them humans.
I'm tired. We're all tired. We're all craving real
community, and instead being met with small-talk and pleasantries.
We need a 'village'. Real, genuine connection that is
curious and kind. I want Kindred Collective to become a
space of safety, support, and shared resources – mutual care
for the hard days, and mutual joy on the good ones. The
creativity flows, and we nurture each other's growth.
In this village, we pour tea for whoever arrives, and the
table grows when there are new faces. Grief, burnout,
exhaustion – they are not embarrassing, but things to be
held and shared. Joy and laughter are plentiful and open.
You are just right, as you are, without the mask. We ask for
support as freely as we offer it.
If this feels like something you've been looking for, tell
me a little bit about yourself below.
warmly,
Anya
