Tempests, Cages, Prayers
Who are we and what have we become?
Rikers Island will not be evacuated. 12,000 people left locked inside their cells, on a landfill island, in the path of a hurricane.
We do not look upon our darkness. We do not gaze upon the parts we’ve locked away. We do not look at what is underneath our anger, our fear, and our despairing. We are submerging under water. We are sinking.
Despite this weighing heavy on my heart today, because of who I am, I still make prayers. I light candles and incense. I still myself inside and bring my body through the movements of awakening. Suffering and abandonment occur on this world in every moment, and every moment also calls upon our souls to rise.
I will hold prayer and sunshine along with rising waters and the wind. I will think of you. Of all of us. I will think of bodies, hearts, and minds, caged and free. I will lift you all up, as best I can. I will trust you too, to do the same.
Thank you. Bless you. Keep safe in these tempestuous times.