
01/28/2025
A reminder:
That even when earth is burning there are seeds waiting to burst.
That people care more then they don’t and that most are willing to act on love instead of hate.
That fear keeps us alive but what is a life if it’s not moving? A life in hiding?
We are children of people who hid to survive, who cut off tongues so their lips could part to breathe in air called safety. And although they want us to be safe they also lived so we could fly.
This is time to reassemble the tongue.
Time to remember all our broken pieces.
To build from the rubble with my two brown hands wrapped in yours, irrelevant of color, because white supremacy is a mask for the billionaire class to hide behind.
Chico was a reminder that in our smallness we are giants. Perception is our guiding force. It’s the small things that stack up to form towers. Mountains are disassembled pebble by pebble.
Thank you
For holding me and housing me and feeding me and guiding me, for laughter and real talk and criss cross pathways.
Thank you for hosting an incredible first-time event! Wishing yall power and prosperity in continuing to pour magic out from this space.
What an honor to sit next to and Evelyn and Ember.
That’s where the beauty is.