Times Like These

Stumbling to a friend’s bathroom last month before dawn, I stopped—read the sticker across his iPad; “Warning: We’re All One.” I used to complain late nineties NYC, that our generation had nothing to stand for, that nothing happened…

Now, I teach class post school shootings and hate gatherings. Some days, I have no words… So, thank God for music and the magic of creating a playlist to move, and feel, and release to. Thank God for rest and silence, where I can breathe again, sit with people in union—call it love.

It sucks, I know. The practice is rough these days, and that warning haunts me…

 

Stay Woke,

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