the past 18 months

has felt like a seesaw.


aggressively, incessantly, tentatively

between moments of joy and heartbreak

injustice and justice

hurt and healing

serenity and outrage

intimacy and isolation

facade and deconstruction

deep knowing and unknowing

security and loss

aggravating stagnation and abundant growth

Desperately craving for a balance—

for the riders to lift their legs in unity

to balance, in thoughtful tension

to commit to know better

To do better

To be better

To hold Both / And’s & Yes / Also’s with gentle validity and solemn regard,

with all of the complexity and courage and messy love they deserve.