I have been trying to write a blog post for the past several weeks now. Probably more than a month, two months, or more. I keep on writing and deleting. What I had wanted to write about was the way in which I work with Breath as a tool to support humans stepping into reciprocity with Life.
And then I remembered Eric Gardner. I think about George Floyd.
I am an older middle-aged white woman of privilege. I grew up in the 1950’s on the east coast of the United States. The safest person in my childhood was a Black woman.
I am heart broken and outranged that people who look like me are murdering people who look like the people who nurtured me as a young child.
This does not protect me from internalized or systemic racism. Or many other –isms.
And so I work for justice in any way, in all of the ways, that I know how.
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