How to Love when the world is imploding
Remembering is the work. Seeing clearly is the work. Naming correctly is the work.
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Remembering is the work. Seeing clearly is the work. Naming correctly is the work.
Bookmark this email and come back to it when you are at a low point.
Sometimes, publishing can be as simple as having access to the means of production: a printer, glue, and a craft knife.
This type of writing doesn't feel like work. It feels like something between necessity and reward. If I was a bird I guess I'd sing.
For lots of reasons, it feels like the right time to switch things around.
Sharing and exchanging from our respective kete mātauranga? Yes! Let's do that.
When you put all the pieces together it's really clear that standing with indigenous people on the front lines of their own whenua is probably the most powerful climate action we can take. That's true here in Aotearoa as much as it is in Palestine.
But I love that it was Love, not fear, that wrested you free in the end.
More than once I felt like kneeling down. There’s a kind of awe that hits you when you understand the scale of the loss and the commitment required to heal and recover.
Lois realises in her list of delights, there are no mundane tasks. Is she lazy? Possibly. Probably. She is surrounded by people who excel at the domestic. Lois prefers to document the domestic.
This is my wero and karanga back to you e te tuahine. What about that initial vision you talked to me about? Do you remember?