After a week of writing poems with prayers, of public prayers, this little poem from @jessrizkallahaha's The Magic My Body Becomes is a boon.
Full house at Dar Al-Farooq in Bloomington. Great to see religious, political, community, and law enforcement leadership, not to mention families and children here in solidarity. #PeaceandSolidarity #LoveHopeRise #Christchurch
The kaffiyeh is a beautifully utilitarian item of clothing. In deserts it keeps out sand and dust, in the cold it's a warm scarf. I grew up with them ubiquitous around me, an American kid living in Cairo, a guest in a predominantly Muslim country, where we were welcomed. I have several, this one my grandmother gave to me, she got it in Palestine. I have a deep maroon one I picked up at a church sale in a Minneapolis suburb that had been marked "square tablecloth." After 9/11 and the rising wave of hurt anger fed ugliness, I wore my kaffiyeh more, and more prominently. It's a small way to point to a personal history, to a cultural connection, to exchanges that keep us warm and connected to a world bigger than ourselves. To the people out in the world wearing their hijabs, kufis, kippahs, turbans, habits, and robes, thank you for sharing yourself. I hope you have some peace, some comfort in your life tonight, keep your spark in the darkness.
"Get some rest, tall child!"
Just leaving #SpringBOX and kids are coming from all directions to the Capitol for #YouthClimateStrike, so there's my joy for the day. #ClimateStrike
#tbt to last Friday at @amswedinstitute when it was sunny.
Today in Other Duties As Assigned: We had a drain in our parking lot once.
Yes please. (This event with Lydia Moyer is in Hartford, so no, I'm not going.) #Repost @marisaswilliamson with @get_repost
Excited to host video and text artist #lydiamoyer in the @readingroom_space this Thursday! And, collaborate with her on @monumentstoescape