Amidst celebration and mourning, living the questions
This Juneteenth marked 14 weeks of living in the corona-nation. It's 15 weeks now and it feels like the extent of losses is becoming unspeakable. Whether it's Black people killed by the police, or deaths from COVID-19, or the long separation of loved ones far away, or new separations brought on by covid migrations. This time is filled with so much. Health, disparity, sickness/dis-ease, death, grief, mourning, loss. The losses of ceremonies I won't attend, friends I won't see for months or years, babies I won't hold anytime soon. The ripping apart of a nation, sifting of those who are upholding systemic racism and those who are tearing it down and dancing on the ashes. I’m with the dancers, even if our feet are covered with ash.
“In life as in dance: grace glides on blistered feet” - Alice Abrams.
So here we are: gliding, blistered, graceful.
How do we mourn amidst an uprising of hope?
How do we celebrate alongside the mourning?
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