i am awakening. left/right political containers bastardize, militarize, and damnify imagination. black people exercising audacity is dangerous to compliance technologies. when i center my imagination, i am on crip time, god time, and future time. chopping through fields of propaganda to arrive at an integrity fueled baseline takes immense focus, trust, and reverence. i had the thought, trust and truth mean something to each other—both words have the same anglo-saxon root which is firm.
the bulk of my healing journey has been acclimating to a glacial pace. the future has come to meet us so there is nowhere to speed to. this week, my leftist bubble popped—wondering who i’d be if i was more than who i’ve been told to be—many of these standing truths, partial. there is information and then there is what is done with information—intent to ease this gap. waiting is hard, but it is also the space where i get my fill. my planetary mission is to cease being hard1 on myself or is this just what is said to an angel in rightful self-review? how often do you review yourself? which corners of you do you snuggle up to and which are at the bottom of the toy box? will you reach in and grab them?
the erection of what needs to be loved