While we speak against cruelty and hatred among us—-at the same time there is something greater than us reshaping us into something more authentic. In knowing this I have survived ignorance and sustained freedom. And still my tears fall in grief, in what I remember of the past. Tears fall in the present devaluing of life and yet our own voices speak at times in that devaluation. And while I hear myself and feel myself weeping, that greater voice of freedom within asks very loudly, who are we becoming or who have we been?
Protesting in spirit. Always rejuvenating for the long haul.
