November 17, 2019

let this be the healing

I moved this weekend, though it feels like I have been in geographic limbo for at least six months.

Which means I once again confronted with the reality of Stuff (how it possible that I own so many hangers? When did I acquire that many bike-related pieces of clothing? How do I still not appear to own a single thing I want to wear for this upcoming Holiday Party Season?)

And so I am recycling and donating and thanking the things and grappling with the guilt of consumer capitalism as I go.

Must we accept all apologies? How long is too long for us to take before we acknowledge that we do not, did not consider all people to be equally worthy of rights and justice?

None of us are blameless but so few of us are held to account.

Attribution

let ruin end here

let him find honey
where there was once a slaughter

let him enter the lion’s cage
& find a field of lilacs

let this be the healing
& if not    let it be

— little prayer by Danez Smith

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