January 9, 2024
I see us going to land that has been tortured by chemical warfare, weapons, and destruction at the hands and minds of tortured man. I see us loving the land, weeping and grieving over the terror that has violated our mama. Our tears, filled with salt, cleansing the earth. Our hands, planting wildflowers and sunflowers amongst all the rubble. Our roots, providing new hope. The sun, welcoming us into unity and collaboration. The rain, watering our dreams. The birds, coming back. The people, holding hands. The children, laughing and playing and smiling. Us, laughing, playing, smiling. Us, loving in ways we never knew before. Us, expanding into stronger versions of ourselves. Us, swimming together. Us, healing through shared space and silence. Us, eating hot man-made meals, delicious, healing, gratifying, until we are full, full enough to sleep happy. Us, hydrated, nourished, divine. Us, beautiful, warm, safe, comfortable, steady. Peace.
a letter who whoever this resonates with
Be with what you need. Be with what you want.
Everything is ok.
Breathe.
Stretch.
Blink.
Look at the sky.
Everything will be ok.
Sometimes we don't know what we don't see.
Sometimes we don't know what we don't feel.
Sometimes we don't know because
we don't know.
And that's ok.
Let yourself weep.
Let it go.
It is safe to let it go.
The grief we hold onto,
it's okay to hold onto it
it's okay to let go of it
it's okay to not know about how we feel about it.
it's okay to be stuck.
it's okay to hate it.
it's okay to be sick of it.
it's okay to be done with it.
it's okay.
I love you. We love you.
We are all rooting for you. The world is ours.
