:::The brand of blatant white supremacist misogyny that has risen to power is deplorable, but it is not new. These systems have worked to keep people down for centuries. I am grieving, but I am not surprisedI spent Wednesday cycling through the stages of grief: disbelief, denial, bargaining, guilt, anger, depression, and hope. I ate blueberry pancakes, laid on the floor and cried over Hillary’s utterly graceful concession speech. I biked across town to sit under 800 year old oak trees. I visited friends to commiserate, rage, and ultimately, strategize. And then I wrote this blessing:::

A Blessing for Grace in Times of Chaos

For those who are grieving, may you make space for your feelings. May you cry, rage and despair until your heart is wrung out. May you be fully present without clinging to the stories your feelings might try to tell you. Know that the feelings, like everything, will change.

May you know that there is power in emotion, and channel it towards action. Know that though your feelings have passed, they may still return. May you support your community in the ways you know how and allow yourself likewise to be supported.

For those who rejoiced on Tuesday, may you too be healed. May you find safety enough to breathe. May you look inside yourself and recognize your own humanity, inherently connected to all those around you but so long subsumed in the abyss of our toxic culture. 

May we all see, and continue to build, a world without separation, in which there is no more ‘us’ and ‘them’. May we deeply know that there is only one of us.

Let us then get to work. May we show up for immigrants, for Black people, for indigenous folks, for women, for queer and trans people. Let us get down in the dirt and do the work. Give your time, your skills, your money if you’ve got it, and your heart.

May we all take risks and find ways to take concrete, measurable actions. May we build bridges and ladders. May we never stop looking back, throwing the ropes that just saved us to the ones still drowning.

May we do the work that so many before us have done. May we follow their path. May we trust that "the arc of the moral universe bends towards justice." May we keep bending it thusly.

Much love, 

Bear

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