We are done with being safe.
Clinging to the fragile nest we’ve built of imperfect questions
laughter
some genuine trying
It wasn’t an easy weave
eclectic and complicated
Wet with history
heavy fabric
making comfort elusive
This delicate circle of trust
formed in one furious year
classmates
friends
Huddled around the warm comfort of shared fire
ideas, ground rules, teamwork, mutual respect, relationship
opportunity among equals
we tend it carefully in here
but not out there
and then it got real
as my privilege hung over your oppression like a hammer to the nail.
Truth is blunt and the pain is real in the brave space.
The nest shakes
we are moved
uncomfortable again
the storms of generations wake us
I don’t know what to do next
that’s why we call it brave.
for my study team-4 Gals and Sometimes Todd (Summer Institute 2016)
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