Grief, Relief, & the Alchemy of Change.

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Today, overcome with emotion like so many other aching souls, I wept.

Deep layers of grief and relief, intertwined so tightly it was impossible to discern endings and beginnings. They came from within in shoulder-shaking fits, hope rising amid the brutal artifacts of sorrows collected over the eternity and flash of the past four years. Lodged throughout the layers of our body; scores stored in the unconscious and subtle. Shadows awaiting our attention and intention. Ever-patient with our self-preserving inattention.

The collective trauma, held in our hearts and hips and throats and shoulders.

Ours to bear. To witness. To share.

Ours to heal.

With our love and reparations and truth and courage and integrity and empathy.

Today the alchemy of change danced in the air. Representation. Room for all. Expressed in the signing of The Pledge. In the swearing in of our first Madame Vice President. In the words “systemic racism”, no longer hidden away, but said again and again in the presidential address to a Nation long overdue to confront its true nature.

Wherever this finds you, I send you love from all of the Sources that flow through me.