the body
The summer of 2020 has cautiously crept towards us over the last few weeks, often retreating into hiding for a tad longer and then slamming us with sweltering humidity. Unpredictability in weather feels fitting to the social context we live in. Life is a contrast. Staying home, nestling with loved ones, trying in vain to develop any sort of ritualistic routine for the day to day; Masked up and marching, confronting as a recent college graduate the erratic world of pandemic and the uprising against the perpetual state of white supremacy of our nation. This body always reminds me of rhythm when I feel it is missing. She is saturated with cyclical life; menstruation, emotion, blood, oxygen. Her heartbeat. When everything feels a bit lost, this is what I come back to. Black Lives Matter. I am encouraging, urging, insisting everyone get involved in this antiracist movement and support Black people. There are a wide variety of ways to do this and I hope we all take the time to mak