Wind blowing

When the wind blows, we imagine she is erasing every


sweeping misdoings from the east to the west,

making room for something new, a more whole world.

Instead, what we don’t realize is that she is rustling the

tree branches

to sing us a song.

Instead, she is sowing seeds across the landscapes,

seeds that tomorrow will become the beauty that

restores us.

Instead, she’s whispering for us to hold on,

to keep going, to water those seeds,

because one day, they will show us

the way home. ~ Kaitlin B Curtice, Native

How does your imagination hold wind and seed?

Remember with

With hope because hopelessness is the enemy of justice. With courage because peace requires bravery. With persistence because justice is a constant struggle. With faith because we shall overcome. ~ Peace and Justice Memorial, Montgomery AL

How do you remember?

Hope must die

“So I have learned not to fear the death of hope. In order for me to stay in this work, hope must die…I don’t really want to recount all the ways that hope has let me down; it’s so damn painful. But all of this comes with living, with struggling, with believing in the possibility of change. The death of hope gives way to sadness that heals, to anger that inspires, to a wisdom that empowers me the next time…” ~ Austin Channing Brown, I am still here

That is the time

“That is precisely the time when artists go to work — not when everything is fine, but in times of dread… We speak, we write, we do language. That is how civilizations heal. I know the world is bruised and bleeding, and though it is important not to ignore its pain, it is also critical to refuse to succumb to its malevolence.” ~ Toni Morrison

How do you participate?

Stay seated

when Rosa Parks refused to give up her seat on a bus in Montgomery, Alabama, in 1955, “Her silent defiance spoke for a whole people.” (Brian Lanker) … Regardless of how long she ruminated on her decision to resist, it was done with careful and precise thought. Her transformative act of justice was instituted without words. For is it not true that actions speak louder than words? Is it not true that I can show you better than I can tell you? ~ Barbara L. Peacock

When day comes

When day comes, we step out of the shade,

Aflame and unafraid.

The new dawn blooms as we free it,

For there is always light,

If only we’re brave enough to see it,

If only we’re brave enough to be it. ~ Amanda Gorman