When I was in the sixth grade, I studied poetry for the first time in a school-setting, and my English teacher had us memorize a poem to then recite to her one-on-one at her desk. I will never forget it. It rings in my ears with the sound of sleigh bells, when I think I've hit a wall or I think there's no way forward.
From Robert Frost's poem, "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening":
"The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep."
I posted on Facebook, after the election, that my emotions are not as much about the person who was elected President, but the mandate the far right may take this as in order to pursue terror campaigns against marginalized communities. I wrote that I saw a way through this moment. I got many questions in comments and messages, basically asking me, "How?"
Over my last 2o years or so, I have had the blessing of organizing in communities, learning from elders, reading and writing. Over the next several weeks, I will share some things about how we get through the next years, together. For now, allow yourself to feel. Don't let them take away your heart. And then, we will keep our promises; we will travel our miles.
Love you. Love you.
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