Today I mourn the loss of the dearest friends I ever had. The day the completed my birth as a political being. I mourn the dream that I was born with as a New Yorker, the dream of New York as the center of town he universe – all powerful, and birth of the realization that there can be no true power in patriarchy, capitalism, dominance, and commerce.
When those buildings fell, and the president said – go shopping. The obscenity of this ejected me finally into reality – towards the red pill, and I was ejected even more forcefully into life as an activist.
I mourn the loss of the dearest friends I ever had, folks who knew and cherished me, and I take heart that they would be incredibly proud of the how I walk in the world.
I take heart in the fact that they love me still and always will.
And I continue to move as an activist, for my children, for all children – for my grand and god children. I work for them, and I work for those yet to be born.
I am grateful to be awake – even though it hurts.
I am grateful for rmy life, and for its purpose.
I am grateful for these tears – for they remind me that I am alive and that I feel.
I am grateful for this life –
for this grief,
for the work
of living through the curse.
May you live in interesting times.
Rest well, beloveds, I miss you so much – one day. We will walk the gardens of Heaven together and reminisce on our days, when we walked, thought, planned, partied, and dreamed in the World Trade Center.
I grieve
And I am grateful that this day reminds me that nothing is promised – my authenticiy is all I have, my love is my purest gift – I give it freely.
I love you.
Be blessed to be a blessing.
