to the surprise of probably very few, Alice Walker spoke truth when she said that “Hard Times Require Furious Dancing”. and the corn card is no less accurate in its assessment that “we can only remain where we are tethered by some sweetness”. in times like these, and I know it’s hard to believe there were times like these, the prescription to the malady of capitalism is more love. more tenderness. more patience, more kindness. not strictly doling it out. but pouring it over (and into) yourself. you can only be here, doing the work you do, playing your part, if you are taking careful steps to tend to yourself. not to the end that you feel no pain, recede into a comfort zone so thick it blocks the light. but to the end that when you give a generous pour into others around you, there is still plenty left in your container.
you must tend to the foundations of your own spirit, feeding it laughter and pleasure and joy and constant divine inspiration. you must give it nourishment, the things you know that expand you and ground you. the tools our dead used were sensory delights: deep body movement, resounding hollers, percussions that cut to the heart. with scent, with sound, with memory, they conjured themselves back to a whole that could withstand the unfathomable and the eviscerating touch of obliviating whiteness. that was a force that has changed and wrecked the course of so many lives and holds a planet hostage in its spell. resistance starts with small survivals that ripple into large scale uprisings. so survive small and grow large, bit by bit. but start at your root, your spirit, to manage best.
start with the smallest, sweetest things. little by little. I know you can because you have before. so there is evidence you will again.
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