This has been an exceptionally difficult week for many of us. There are so many responses out there that I won’t add my own, except to note that I am resting in practice, prayer, community, and “fierce unrelenting hope” (quote from Melanie Demore).
Instead, I will share this prose/poem that has been arising:
Tuesday night I prayed to the ancestors to save our country
Instead we received a possibly terminal diagnosis
Wednesday morning I woke up angry, depressed, and anxious
And cursed the ancestors for abandoning us.
Thursday morning I woke up passionate and dedicated to the fight
And asked the ancestors to forgive me.
Friday morning I woke up afraid for my children and my marginalized siblings
And I prayed for support and guidance and began the work.
Each day for the foreseeable future I will wake up facing this grief and fear
And, inshallah, I will remember my connection to the All and stand up again.
What a beautiful encapsulation! ❤️
Heather Cox Richardson’s writings help with perspective although not entirely….
Yes and yes and yes. And from a song by Alexandra Blakely:
You do not carry this all alone (repeat)
This is way too big to carry this on your own,
So you do not carry this all alone.
We’re all with you, each of us doing what we can, what is given us to do. Carry on!