A Radical Heart

How we destroy the patriarchy with softness

Dear ones,

I’ve been living in my heart this week, watching as some mighty structures crumbled and fell all around us. They looked so strong, didn’t they? Strong as the Capitol building. Strong as the Supreme Court. But they were flimsy all along.

Living in my heart in the past days has meant taking myself off to soft places where I can curl up around my body’s softest parts. My belly. My reproductive organs. My heart.

This feels like safety to my body, even if it looks like passivity and powerlessness.

This is what I’ve been grappling with. As I watch people around me raising their fists to fight injustice, I keep wishing I could do that too: fight. I want to step up alongside these these glorious warriors and march forth towards freedom. I know my fury and outrage is an echo of theirs.

But my heart just doesn’t work that way.

a broken roof

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