Forgetting our rectangle ways
I am beginning to believe that it is hope that brings us back to the wheel, to life. A colleague of mine recently told me about Mariame Kaba’s quote, “Hope is a discipline.” We hope for change and then we find the action within ourselves to return to a process, which will eventually shift the clay from a rectangle to the wild unknown that lives within it—or us. Sometimes it comes easy, and sometimes it is an act of love to hope with discipline.
I Dissent.
There was a time in my more Catholic life when I was pro-life. I figure I should name this facet of my existence because, if I don’t, surely someone who remembers this tidbit about me will attempt to out me. I am naming it here because, like my damn freaking uterus, it is my own. My own story to tell and make decisions about. If I am going to talk about how profoundly pro-choice I am now, I want to first acknowledge the shadowed place that I crawled my way out of. On my terms.