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.
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
I am considering playing with formats and frequency for the $ subscriber missives. If you have any suggestions or ideas, shout.
And the next missive will be for $ subscribers only. Thanks to those folks for subsidizing my book habit / supporting original writing.