Whether we admit it to ourselves or not, this is a painful time for us. It’s hard for me to see the daily stats of deaths, or to listen to the projection of over 600,000 people in this country dying from COVID-19. As my own family members are buried, a cousin over the weekend, an uncle a few weeks ago, and others over the last few months, it’s difficult to face the pain of not being able to be present in person and participate in the rituals that sustain us daily. As neighbors and friends die at alarming rates and others are hospitalized with regularity, it’s challenging to sit inside a heart that holds space for two elderly mothers, at a time when I am an elder, and also carry the racism, injustice, and hate that weighs down the soul of our country.
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And so it is, Amen