I recognize that my silence is compliance.

I don’t know what it means, anymore, to “stand in solidarity.” I suppose, for me, it is to say: I understand what it means to live in fear, and to be feared. I understand what it means to grieve a senseless thing; to use every fiber in your body to try and understand what cannot be understood.

My heart aches for every country that is being torn apart by fear, hatred, and violence, including the one I occupy.

Reflecting on how to use myself to put light into the world in the face of so much darkness.

Reading, listening, thinking.

Giving thanks to every god and spirit I know to be alive.

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