Ferguson, pt. 2

Last night was… Awe-inspiring. The protest moved from the box they confine us in, to further down the streets of Ferguson, all the way down to the police station, which was several miles. It was several hundred people singing, chanting, bonding. The media tries to portray this community as angry in the news, but the reality is this is an insurrection based entirely out of love for the Ferguson and POC community. Every moment here overwhelms me with the number of people bringing waters, food, signs, hugs, tears, and voices.

Emotionally, I’m finding myself less and less filled with visceral rage. I could feel my heart shatter when I watched the live streams and kept up with the tweets. I’m beginning to find strength in the cracks of my devastated heart. There is so much hope here. I need to explore these emotions more fully when I get home and can meditate on them.

As usual, I am sending my love to you all dearly. Thank you for the support you’ve given me in coming up here. I can only hope you can feel all the love and light I am sending right back at you. ❤