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Talk about the last time something made you cry.
I cried reading a book called Braiding Sweetgrass. The chapter on Witch Hazel reminded me of my [I.] grandmother and us going out in the fields looking for wild food, like blackberries, asparagus and sassafras. As a child I was happiest on the [W.] farm and it’s values seeped into my consciousness, even though I live in a city, where I grow veggies and flowers in a community garden and have potted herbs on my deck. It was sadness for a past that is no more in so many ways. And for the people in my life who are gone that I want to tell how much they made me the woman I am today.
June 12, 2021
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I'm really growing tired of all these talks, infographics, news stories, etc. about self care. You know the truth of the matter? Self care only goes so far when you're living in a global pandemic. When half a million Americans have died. When half the country thinks the virus is a "hoax" and that a vaccine will implant a microchip or 5G in them. Self care doesn't address our emotional fatigue. Self care can't touch the trauma our bodies are enduring and continuing to process. Self care can't undo the assault we continue to witness on the rights and freedoms of SO many marginalized groups. Self care is part of the equation, but it ain't the end all be all.
April 8, 2021