8 F Y R E ' B I R D 8

4.12.20 who i have been, and who i will become, hovering in this present moment like the humming bird i saw quivering outside of my window this morning. humming birds, in their beingness, remind me of joy, joy perhaps at the arrival of spring, or joy for no reason at all but just because.   i’m learning to relax my shoulders. as i’m learning to relax my shoulders, i’m learning to also let go of what is not mine to carry and leave the responsibility of changing others behind. it’s not my responsibility to change how others will navigate this moment, or the next, or how we will even transform society together. it is more about: me, being me, and changing myself, for that is really the only thing i have control over, and if that inspires someone else, me being me, than so it is.   to be on earth in these times. i do feel that i chose to come here for a reason, and i can feel the ancestors hands beckoning, and i feel the weight slide off as i remember bayo’s words: ...

what document were you,   before he entered   what need, were you,   bleeding to her without recognizing   it in yr own eyes   why does the page keep disappearing?   who are you? what are you? why can’t you See yourself?   these are the things i write when i am sorry.   these are the things i write when i am lonely.   when i am sad. when i am heroic. when i bring my   feelings to the page instead of throwing them on someone else.   we use our words to heap feelings on people we use our energy, our capacity for human intention, which really is a seed   of magik, to harm, hurt, lock up, wack, chord, invade, disrupt   other people   this can happen.   this does happen.   (and it can be seen on many levels) ___   A question I recently received from Sandra Kim stays with me: " How can we stop being afraid of how much racism we have interna...