My therapist often reminds me during our sessions about my commitment to care and joy in my life. “What are you doing that brings you joy?” I usually think to myself, “not a damn thing”.
I am wondering about the kind of care we need in this moment so that we can be in our bodies and show ourselves compassion.
Because joy and care are our birthrights.
If 2020 came to wreck shit, then music was created to save us.
“I am not a survivor. And I don’t know if I’ll ever be.”
Here’s to your care!
Through grassroots efforts, we’ve found abundance among ourselves.
We have a divine opportunity to be in greater communication with ourselves while honoring nature and giving her space to heal.
Part Two of The Drinking Gourd’s Afrofuturism roundtable series.
“Transformative justice is not a cage for us to die in.”