Sun bathing on the couch Heavy with water Buoyant and brilliant Our body is asking for permission to weep
In check-ins with friends and the Seed A World Retreat workshops I keep saying the waves of emotions I’m experiencing are grief, rage and gratitude.
Grief because of the lives taken from us, many too soon; the individual unrealized dreams, their personal love we’ll never get to feel.
Rage because I live in a country funding and supporting genocide, grouping Pro-Palestinian protestors calling for a ceasefire with white nationalists in Charlottesville. Again we are not anti-semitic, we are anti-zionists — they know this and I’m pissed they keep playing in our faces, forcing us to repeat ourselves.
Gratitude because as an artist I don’t have to proceed with business as usual. It is our job, it is our practice to learn how to hold our gaze. To refuse to look away. To witness and act. To sustain our grief and our imagination.
Grief, rage, gratitude. Grief, rage, gratitude. On the good days, inside my art practice, I can hold all three. When we March on Washington this weekend may we give thanks to the blazing fire falling from the trees, as a fact of nature, reminding us empires fall, as a fact of nature.
gratitudes to and with You! the fall the decay the decomposition - fact of nature 🤲🏾♾