Never forget that we belong to one another. Always remember that our liberations are intertwined and none of us will get free while others are bound.
Blessings to all who will march in their local Women’s March or the national Women’s March in DC today. I’ve been asked repeatedly if I intended to go for the last few months and my answer has fairly consistently been no. If you caught me in a moment where I was tired, you’d hear me …
If I should die before I’m woke,
Cringe at my missteps
for it’s in holding me accountable that you can see what work is left to do
While 2016 has been hard, it has been a year I am grateful for because it stretched and pushed me. It’s reminded me that the disquiet I feel in my spirit can be harnessed to do good work that is responsive to the need I see in the world.
So thank you to the year that has encouraged me to unapologetically be myself and walk, speak, and act boldly in the places that I find myself rooted in.
I sit cross legged, heart unbound Postured for prayer For my world Full of death Full of pain Full of spirits weighed down by yokes of oppression Of hate Of greed Weeping Lamenting Crying out “God, in your mercy” When the Spirit draws near and whispers “What if the mercy you seek is not mine …