This week of writing and reflecting has been an unexpected and unanticipated gift. I am truly grateful for this space we are creating.
The events of the last few weeks are mixing inside of me and crying for response and action. I have been so much more conscious of breathing. Besides the images and thoughts of George Floyd, I cannot shake the memory of standing next to a young African American boy (under 10) holding a handmade ‘I can’t breathe’ sign at a prayer vigil in Avondale last weekend.
Breathing is so simple and so incredibly profound. One of the speakers at the vigil said if I can’t breathe, you can’t breathe and if you can’t breathe, I can’t breathe. We all need each other.
Spending time is this space this week felt like a giant exhale. Resting and living into my truth. Fulling claiming my call and journey and sharing it in writing and on zoom. Reading as many of the stories as I could and listening on zoom, I felt a connection and understanding that went beyond the written or spoken words. This is a space where I could fully name and claim my call AND feel totally understood.
Thank you all.