We are the ones we’ve been waiting for.
I believe we were made for this. That we got this. That we have this. That we are visionaries. That we are brilliant. That we are home in each other, that we matter. I believe in the collective. I believe in us, in our voices, in our sounds, our mouths, our hope, our waters, our ceremonies, our sacred gathering, our lives.
I believe in us.
I believe in the sweat of our movements, the sounds of our cooking. I believe in our laughter. I believe in our gathering. I believe in our ancestors and our hope. I believe in our callings, I believe in the intuitive wild call. The love in our hearts beating out the map, the compass — finding us, our kinfolk, our liberation, our families, our love.
I believe in us.
I believe we are the ones we’ve been waiting for. I believe in our brilliance and our ideas. I believe in healing oppression and opening up to prayer. I believe our Guides help us, when we ask and even when we don’t ask. I believe we are in this together. I believe in Energy. I believe our Visions are possible. I believe we have everything we need to survive this and thrive and burn it down and create anew. I BELIEVE in our survival and our resilience. I believe in the beauty of the hallowed out tree and swallows and sparrows and the roots and the soil and the water protectors and the water and the Beyond and gender fucking and queerness and sex and pleasure and orgasms and tea and coffee and roses and communion.
I believe we carry the medicine.
I believe in our Power. I believe we get to be whatever we want to be. I believe we can do whatever we want to do and everything is possible.
I wrote this yesterday, in our Writing as Ceremony circle. It was a powerful group with deep medicine, and I’m so grateful.
My prayer for us is this: that we find our pens. That we find our voices, right now. That we find each other.
Stay tuned for more gatherings a-brewing…..
And if you want, write the revolution with us all next month in Spirit Poems, my 5-week writing intensive.
All my heart,