02/06/2026
I believe in the wisdom that joy is a profound form of resistance. I also understand that joy cannot and should not be the first tool in the tool belt to resist, particularly for white people.
I believe it is vital to sit with grief and confusion long enough to understand how it shapes you, how it calls to move you.
I believe we must strengthen our emotional intelligence and deepen our spiritual wells beyond the shallow crest of comfort by naming the ugly and difficult truths of our past and present circumstances as a society, a culture, a people.
Until we learn—as a collective—how to sit in discomfort and let it simmer, we cannot fully listen to what needs to change.
May we be strong enough to name out loud the horrors and not look away.
May we hold every human life with reverence and hold accountable those who rob such lives of dignity and divine sovereignty.
May we be resolute in demanding that no policy, pulpit or personal vendetta outweighs the truth.
May the privileged lift up the voices of the oppressed in unison to a frequency that deafens the bigotry and hate of this administration and may we not stop there. May this dark moment serve as an inflection point that dismantles this deeply troubled system that has oppressed so many for so long.
May we do the work.
May we let the sand slip between our fingers with a knowing that it is falling into a forge meant to alchemize this moment into something new.
