fugitive sound

I cannot assume you will understand me. It is just as likely that as I invent what I want to say, you will invent what you want to hear. Some story we must have. Stray words on crumpled paper. A weak signal into the outer space of each other.

We don't have to be perfect humans. We can say or do the wrong thing and still try again tomorrow. I hope a lot of us keep trying to meet the ideal of an ethos of creation and coexistence (not just human either), rather than an ethos of destruction and death. I hope you bear witness however you can. If you are a writer, write. If you are an artist, make art. If you weave or sew or do beadwork, weave, sew, arrange the beads or words or thread toward beauty. Whoever you are, no matter what you are feeling, put something of what you know and love toward a larger idea of existence that does not depend on violence. Make rage songs. Make your love apparent, especially to vulnerable and scared humans around you. Rise as an activist when and where you are able. Make noise. Make trouble. Bake and distribute bread. Plant gardens of food and flowers and share them. Share resources. Vote for an ethos of creation rather than an ethos of killing and death. Build housing. Feed people. Heal people. Care for and protect children and those more vulnerable than you. Fill the streets. Carry water. Donate and redistribute wealth. Love your babies. Love other people's babies. Give land back. Call Congress. Call the birds and the animals and the fish. Bring the life songs, the heart songs, the art songs. Bring the wailing. Take breaks. Take care of yourself and others. Take turns building, holding, carrying, and giving the fire of life to others.