On turning the pages of another calendar year, especially in an epoch marked by such a sense of “no future” for so many, this I wish not only for myself but for all other rebellious, egalitarian, and/or humane spirits:
Far less loss. But when there’s loss, that we fill those absences with an abundance of empathy and care.
Far less displacement. But when there’s displacement, that we rediscover the geography of new commons, founded on the ground of solidarity.
Far less death. But when there’s death, that it’s on our own terms, with dignity, with communal mourning so that we might better embrace the fullness of each other in this all-too short, precious existence.
Far more resistance, that we may better begin to banish suffering, abolish divisions, demolish hierarchies, tear down fences and walls and prisons, and open minds wide.
Far more life, that we may truly and authentically and freely start to share lives worth living together, forging a beloved community beyond our fiercest dreams.
Far, far more love, so much so that we remember we are human, vulnerable, bittersweetly sweet and tender beings who can encircle each other with warmth against the coming darkness.
Perhaps, if we break all the locks and open all the hearts, we can promise light instead. For now, all we can do is practice light as love, love as light, love even against brutal and cruel grayness, if that’s what we face.
Love. That is my word, wish, and weapon for 2016.
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(Photo by Cindy Milstein, art of resistance, from a community remembrance to honor yet another lost rebel organizer-agitator for freedom.)