Happy New Year! Black Swamp Newsletter - January 1, 2025



Happy New Year!
Wishing you and yours a safe and healthy start to 2025.


Turning pages day by day.
Immersed in history of the present.
Your being the progression.

-k. thompson, Being the Progression


From the studio…

I hope everyone has had a safe and happy holiday season! I took some much needed time off to enjoy with my family and am slowly easing into a refreshed creative flow to begin 2025. I needed to untether a bit in order to really rest and regenerate, but I am ready to get back to the blank pages that await!

Right now I am keeping it simple creatively. I am focused on writing poetry and sketching, and exploring ways to possibly combine the two. Over the break I took a few minutes to sketch an amaryllis for this season of change, new beginnings, and also to inspire strength and determination.

2024 was a year of progress, even in the hard times. The neuropathy in my arms and hands has forced me to reevaluate how I live and work. It brought me back to poetry, and has provided me the opportunity to really focus on what I want to say and create with what energy, time, and abilities I have. This discernment has naturally brought me great joy in my process as well. Through these ups and downs, I'm reminded that the only moment we have is the present, but also what a present this presence is.

I am also cleaning up my studio shop to make more prints and stickers available. I am excited to create more new work this year!

In my advocacy work I'll be celebrating the 20th anniversary of my survival of bacterial meningitis and a spinal cord injury. I am looking forward to working with new partners and expanding the work we're doing to help prevent and protect folks from the devastating effects of this disease.

At the beginning of each year I like to pick a word or idea that I'd like to emphasize or an aspect of myself I'd like to grow. This year I am determined to unabashedly love myself more. I am often my own worst critic and I'd rather focus on being my best friend. I want to eliminate my own expectations of myself and focus on the big picture. What I can accomplish in a day according to ableist traditional capitalist standards is irrelevant. All of the boundaries, words, and limits we place on ourselves are all made up by us. This means we also have the power to change things, including our perceptions, and it start with ourselves.

I am me, and that's enough.

I'm wishing you all a wonderful beginning to 2025. Thank you for all of the continued support and allowing me to share my experiences and dreams with you. I look forward to another year of creating a more beautiful world together.


With love,

Katie T.

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