I lean my head against Love’s chest,
match the rhythm of Her breath,
and enter the darkness.
The light hurts my eyes.
what others have done that
I notice habits I have that
I watch myself
and want a world with no mirrors.
I close my eyes
but I can’t unsee what I’ve seen.
Love puts Her hand on mine
until my breath slips back into Hers.
“Just keep watching,” She says
as if we’re at the movies.
She knows what’s coming
and doesn’t want me to miss a thing.
Watch and pray…
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Resmaa Menakem is helping me see and feel how trauma acts in my body. With God’s help, I am learning to be present and allow a new story of freedom and kindness to unfold.
“In this groundbreaking book, therapist Resmaa Menakem examines the damage caused by racism in America from the perspective of trauma and body-centered psychology.
“The body is where our instincts reside and where we fight, flee, or freeze, and it endures the trauma inflicted by the ills that plague society. . .
“My Grandmother’s Hands is a call to action for all of us to recognize that racism is not only about the head, but about the body, and introduces an alternative view of what we can do to grow beyond our entrenched racialized divide.” (Amazon)
You can listen to Krista Tippett interview Menakem on On Being
What love mischief are you and God doing for the world?
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