i am at a crossroads. there is some coming together, and some falling apart. i have hurt and been hurt, i have loved, and been loved. i have fallen devastatingly short of expectations, and in some ways, never expected anything to begin with. i have fallen in love with myself, and with many loves, in many ways. i have thought about how to repair the brokenness. the hurt. our collective hurt. i have been thinking about the ways that we turn our hurts into love. the magic, the alchemy, the art of love, thinking about how our hearts, filled with rage, disappointments, shame, guilt, funnel through eyes, and touches, and holding, and kisses, and become streams of love with support, empathy. how, just surviving together, just being in community together with our various identities, with our different lived experiences, turns our pain into love for ourselves and each other. the ways that we nurse one another, the aches– the way that, with love, “everything copper becomes gold” [rumi]. appreciating today, the ways in which love can be transformative.

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