This will be a space to honor our journeys over the last year, honor the space of being inside, with our isolated and collectively grieving. It will be a space to honor our small joys and delights, holding our pain and doubts along the way.
It has been a year since COVID impacted all of our lives. Financial loss, job and housing insecurity, death, sickness, and loneliness. And all of this has impacted BIPOC folk to a greater severity.
The space was held on Zoom. I know I needed a space to recognize the grief of one year of COVID19. “Will you join me?”
“what if grief is more malleable than we imagined grief to be? what if grief desired to be shape shifted and be molded, like playdough, like clay, like dirt? what if grief is those things? what if grief is less rock and more water? what if grief is more earth than plastic, burning?” — Madison Mae Parker
We spent the evening together discussing love, grief, delight, and finally, ending back at love, with an invitation to rename ourselves each step of the way as love, grief, and delight. To view love in the other, grief in the other, and delight in the other as a mirror to our own isolated experiences.
“and so, to talk about grief, let us start at love. we do not get grief without love. grief is a response to loosing of a living thing, a thing we loved or still love. a love for ourselves or a love of others.
and we are coming together tonight to witness the other; by witnessing the other, we too will be witnessed. may our grieving come forth to be seen. for it has been both a year of unseeeing and seeing. A year of aloneness, together.
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