the slow quiet mornings. the way the sun makes dew into dreams floating up defiant of gravity. the way we choose our path each time, entering again this world of body and breath, bussle and business.
on the other side of a great work what do you find? did you come just to make and fall apart? in these tender days i honor my recoil, i celebrate the aftermath. as if the night were never to compare to the sunset.
if i look like is ending and beginning, reaching and falling all around me. i am also these stages. i dont know if i will ever be without doubt. i know that i have a lifetime to learn how to hold myself in power while amplifying others, centering other voices, and opening to the ways our past has hurt our imaginations of the future. may each morning be an open hand of offering and receiving.
i am my own storykeeper.
it isn’t like much has changed and yet it has. re-center and ground. i know my center. i follow what i know.
the jasmine wants to grow over everything. the lavender has died. the datura blooms and falls quietly radiant. my hair floats to the ground, returning.
in the quiet mornings my mind can try to jump in the car of the responsible, calling out lists and names like a radio detached from the earth it rests on. i bring it back to first give thanks for this life. hello heart, hello body. then i send loving prayer to those asking for it. may rebecca’s body be clear of tumors. may the bears live in health and deep loving connection. and then i let the story unfold a little farther, remembering i can turn back the page whenever i like.
our magic is real.
may we with male privilege know ourselves and hold our hearts well enough to see and hear the voices and stories of those who have been harmed by that privilege, may we risk vulnerability with each other by reaching out to one another for support while showing up for those who may need it from us.
may we continue our work against white supremacy, capitalism, settler colonialism, objectification of bodies and the earth, and continue to learn the slow soft language of trust and patience.
there is enough.
we are enough.
this is what i came for.