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be seen project

In the spirit of imperfect, un-produced beginnings, yesterday I took the first step to finally get my Be Seen Project out into the world. Instead of an official polished 'Launch', I opted for a more honest grassroots initiation, getting our IG platform up in lights. I hope to create more visibility for artists and activists of color and our intersectional identities and narratives, including the #paperlanternluminaries  which will specifically highlight the diverse diaspora of Asian American and Pacific Island artists and activists (hooray!).  Here's to creating revolutionary love - the kind that takes action for social justice, anti-racism and equity! Building this network and community feels so so good, like the exact antidote to something my heart is really longing for these days especially with all that's going on in the world. Head on over to follow, support, and be inspired by some pretty rad folx! I'm not sure where this will all lead, but I know for sure i

family practicum in social distancing

Step 1:  head to a favorite outdoor spot where you can maintain at least 6' distance Step 2:  pack masks, gloves, hand sanitizer, as well as snacks and water from home  Step 3:  wear said mask on busy sidewalks with other people around you walking, biking, running Step 4:  do your best to not touch anything but your own people and things  (extra hugs are recommended) Step 5:  say, "Sorry, no." -  even though you feel badly - when someone asks to toss the football around with you Step 6:  commune with the wind and the waves, the sunshine and the seagulls, and breathe. Step 7:  collect treasures and sweet and joyful moments Step 8:  carry out all your own trash and recycling so other's don't have to Step 9:  wash hands upon returning home Step 10:  be grateful for beautiful afternoons with people you love

everything side by side

Life is always about living inside the AND, but these days I feel like I'm in-between these disparate dichotomies more acutely than usual. There is so much beauty and kindness and inspiration all around me  and   ugly things about our social systems continue to come to light. People are showing up to help one another in such amazing ways  and  I grow wearier by the day of the privileged platitudes "We are all one" and "We are all in this together", which is the new spiritual bypass equivalent of "I don't see color".  My brother goes to work every day in a hospital full of covid patients  and  as of two weeks ago he tested negative, but I still worry about him every single day with egzema on my right arm as evidence. We have everything we need in this moment and  there are concerns about a future that is now much more uncertain.  As a community we are staying connected and innovating new ways of communing and gathering  and  in some prettyy signifi

(r)evolution

Happy Full Flower Moon! I think it is day 62 of our stay-in -place, but honestly I'm having a hard time keeping count and also wondering what would actually be the change that would mark the date when I would stop counting? It seems we are on the slow path to a more global and significant shift, more than just pressing the pause button on our "normal" day to day life. At least, that is my hope. Sonya Renee Taylor says it so well - and if you haven't read her book (she's got a new one out for girls too), it's a good time to grab them: "We will not go back to normal. Normal never was. Our pre-corona existence was not normal other than we normalized greed, inequity, exhaustion, depletion, extraction, disconnection, confusion, rage, hoarding, hate and lack. We should not long to return, my friends. We are being given the opportunity to stitch a new garment. One that fits all of humanity and nature." I've been spending a lot of time in cemeteries. Th

the truth about belonging

"The truth is the truth. Rarely pure and never simple."   ~ Oscar Wilde May has arrived like a prophesy, a kind of epic invitation to choose what comes next. Two nights ago I had a very rare and very vivid death dream. The terror of the dream was not so much the fear of dying, but the inevitability of it and the acute recognition of the impending loss of everything I've ever known. There was something coming for me on the other side of the door, and my hands pressed it closed for just a second longer. I felt something close to acceptance wash over me just before the final moment. Right then, my consciousness seeped in to wake me. My heart was pounding, but slowly the intensity of the feelings softened into something more steady and recognizable...  I'm about to leave an old version of me behind.  I've dreamt of doorways in pivotal moments before. This essay by Arundhati Roy  which I first encountered via Kerri Kelly  a couple weeks ago, has also bee