I'm not an herbalist, but maybe I will be soon. I do know plants and what feels soothing or nostalgic or grounding. I know that jasmine tends to grief & nurtures the heart. The days since Saturday evening have been particularly heartwrenching. And sleepness. I finally had my cry yesterday while walking home from who knows where. It hit me all at once. My mask & the noise, and then the drizzle of barely there rain facilitated me not giving a fuck about being in public. My Blackness walking thru white neighborhoods necessitated me ducking off at least briefly to a little park. Last night, after that, I finally slept. 6 hours even! Today, the rain was a welcome reminder again to take care, move grief, & pause. We're holding a lot. We gotta put some of it down in the times we're able to. ASK: HEALING PRACTITIONERS IN ATLANTA, if you know me or any of the organizers who've poured work & love into the #RayshardBrooksPeaceCenter, we're still supporting them through the trauma of this weekend and through their next moves. Hit me if you have capacity to support them emotionally, spiritually, energetically, etc. Let's all plug in. We need all of us at our best. (at Atlanta, Georgia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CCX1yv7BZbt/?igshid=dsky6nbwe5mc
