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Sitting this one out

Very thoughtful morning. Lots of impressions of my parents. Our parents are often the gatekeepers of our ancestors and filter the ancestor’s manifestation. The way in which people, particularly but not exclusively white people, internalize and interpret equity and equality is making me itchy this week. I’ve been through numerous anti racism trainings of rather …

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Hungry Ghosts

I’m the last caretaker of a few hungry ghosts; they may be ancestral, or I somehow, at some point, drew their attention as a host. A confederate solider, a rapist, an unrighteous thief. There have been others, though their time in my care more brief. My goal is to not pass them on, the mission, …

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