Consciousness Has Come

Healing is right now. Healing has been. Healing will be. Healing is not something that can be owned. It’s something that can be embodied and shared and spoken to and through — but the idea that anyone person is capable of make or break is an idea rooted in scarcity. It’s meant to scare us away from stepping forward for fear that we might break it. It’s meant to get us to cling, to distrust, to see each other as rivals of one instead of a symphony of many. But we are a symphony of many and our songs are the result of the songs sung to and through us. We are everywhere. We are not alone. We are not lacking anything. We are learning and growing and becoming. We are getting stronger and wiser and more open. We are learning to be vulnerable. We are learning to question everything including ourselves. We are learning to understand the distinction between who we are and who we were conditioned to be. We are learning to heal and align with what we are creating. We are learning to witness and feel and rage and mourn. We are learning how to be there for ourselves, so that we can truly be there for each other.

Life teaches us many things — the seasons teach us the beauty and the power and the inevitability of cycles. They teach us that death is transformation —there is always more life, there is always something beyond what’s perceived as the end.

The season of white supremacy is over. This isn’t something that needs to be forced - it’s already happening, consciousness has come. This isn’t a new development - it’s the result of so many, centuries worth of people who chose courage, and questions, and confrontation, and love. They are alive in us - they come to life through us.

Let that be what guides us. Let that be what reminds us that we are more powerful than we know. We don’t have to force something to happen - we can trust and participate in what’s already happening.

There is no reason to shrink — this is bigger than us all.

And when healing comes

it’s a love no one owns

there’s no stopping us

we’re as many as stones

spread over the Earth

or Stars in the Sky

live, breathe, or rise

white supremacy dies