Tunes for a Monday Morning
There is no time for despair

On Black Tuesday

Visiting the oak

As Devon swelters in early summer heat and America burns with righteous rage, I'm turning to Sister Outsider: Essays and Speeches by Audre Lorde.

"I see protest as a genuine means of encouraging someone to feel the inconsistencies, the horror, of the lives we are living," she wrote. "Social protest is to say that we do not have to live this way. If we feel deeply, as we encourage ourselves and others to feel deeply, we will, within that feeling, once we recognize we can feel deeply, we can love deeply, we can feel joy, then we will demand that all parts of our lives produce that kind of joy. And when they do not, we will ask, 'Why don't they?' And it is the asking that will lead us inevitably toward change."

Visiting the oak 2

''You do not have to be me in order for us to fight alongside each other. I do not have to be you to recognize that our wars are the same. What we must do is commit ourselves to some future that can include each other and to work toward that future with the particular strengths of our individual identities. And in order for us to do this, we must allow each other our differences at the same time as we recognize our sameness.''

Moss fern and feather

The quotes above and in the picture captions are from Sister Outsider: Essays and Speeches by Audre Lord (Penguin, 1984); all rights reserved by the author's estate. 


I woke from the spell, trying to convince myself it was only a bad dream. The red welts on my face from the heat that will not be contained told me otherwise.

Is it Tuesday; or everyday.

That is great, particularly that final paragraph you shared. There really is so much beauty and wonder to be had in our differences and there is SO MUCH that we all have in common as humans that there really is no good reason that we cannot come alongside one another, support one another, and love one another effectively.

I'm sorry for your sweltering. We are headed that way as the week progresses, which I know won't help temperaments.

I fell asleep in despair but woke with an inexplicable sense of hope. Holding onto that.

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