Feeling torn a part
I recently sent this text to a friend:
I've definitely been feeling torn a part recently. I am in touch with all the ways that I have stood up for what is just and can remember how I've invested time, emotion, and resources. But I'm also connected to memories and ways I feel I've maybe been complicit, too silent or missed opportunities to really speak up and call something out. These are some thoughts and feelings coming up during this renewed reckoning with white supremacy and global Black Lives Matter movement.
None of this work can be done in a vacuum or frankly, can be done alone. We're all doing this work together.
So when I'm feeling fraught, intricate, and pointed feelings, I began to try write lyrics and melody. Song really helps me process and make purpose out of my sometimes excruciating anxiety.
Often I have lists of endless voice memos just sitting on my phone of different drafts and iterations. It could be that they change drastically, merge into one another, or are never heard again. Today, I'm taking some time to honor my process and also honor the ideas even in the nascent form.
Torn Apart I'm torn a part again I'm neither here or there I have no place to call my own No where to go that's home Create some space with me Make some for us to breathe In and out...with me In and out...we breathe Seismic Seismic release Shake me to the ground Tension relieved I am heaven bound I remember Close your eyes Take a breathe Time folds on to itself From the past Wisdom will rise With the future we'll align There is no X There is no Y There is no perfect upward line Energy will ebb and flow Clarity will come and go I remember when I knew better... I remember when I felt better...
And I'll leave you with a playlist I just boosted on my Spotify: