What to call this?
I rode my Peloton about 7 miles today and I walked about six miles. I found myself restless. It was a day where I needed to move because stillness brought with it too much.
I’m sitting on the settee looking west. There is a light breeze. The crow, raven and CA ringtail pigeons are coming in for their second (or maybe it’s their third) feeding.
It’s about 6:00 PM
Your torturous unnecessary death comes at an immeasurable cost. It is small consolation that with it many saw and perhaps understood that which some of us have always known.
Today is not a day to celebrate, but to acknowledge.
Black bodies continue to be the fuel that makes this place; be we breathing or not.
Tomorrow is another day.
We start from someplace slightly different than the day before.
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*This blog was written on April 20, 2021.