I do the kind of work where I am often called to hold space for others while I am still processing the terrors of the moment. It's never easy, but it's necessary. And even though I believe I've often done some of my strongest and deepest community work like this, I am often left depleted,… Continue reading Terror.
I think about June Jordan's words too often: "And what shall we do, we who did not die?" Some of us did not die. I reside in a liminal space of feeling deeply grateful for the ways my body has carried me through the pandemic, especially as it has been carrying me more than I… Continue reading I don’t know how to do this.
Perspective is finding yourself lost in a new country It's being reconnected to the world for the first time in three days To find your first communication makes you feel even more alone than you did before It's feeling like you wish you could turn back the clock and send you more letters, more emails,… Continue reading Perspective…
Odelia Younge 