Joy is a revolution
We're weary.
We're tired.
Being a woman of colour in this world, loving other people of colour, having children whose brown skin puts them at risk. There are layers and levels to this experience, to this pain, that we all feel in different ways.
And there are many ways for everyone to join this conversation, to put our hands in the earth and participate in tearing out rotten roots. Unlearning and learning.
Part of this for me is remembering that self-care is a revolution.
Choosing joy is a revolution.
Seeing myself and my worth in a world that devalues me simply because of how much melanin my body makes is a revolution.
I start with having the audacity to love myself, to care for myself, to fill my glass