Last week at 6 am Pacific Time and 5:30pm Iran Standard time a group of people gathered to write about peace, about the possibility of peace in the face of intergenerational trauma and loss. About the triggering harm of multiple forms of war. About what we wanted about who we loved. This happened because Tala Khanmalek, a child of Iranian immigrants asked to use a chant I had offered before using June Jordan’s phrase and theory “Love is lifeforce” at a protest against the sudden escalation of war in the first days of the year. Tala has written more about this here. Inspired by Jordan’s poem Intifada Incantation, which is a love poem, and also her poem “Moving Towards Home” to work through what we “do not wish to speak about” what we “need to talk about” and who have have become and are becoming in the face of our impossible desires for peace. We are sharing with you (one arrangement of) the poem that we created out of our time together. It is best read aloud. Like June Jordan’s poem it is in all capital letters because we insist.

P.S. I have just added a new writing workshop for January 30th in solidarity with the Black mothers of Durham and the Bay Area who are facing violent neglect and armed eviction drawing on June Jordan’s concept of living room. Living Room: A Writing Workshop on Housing as a Human Right.

Sign up remains open for Of Generators and Survival: Listening for Audre Lorde When the Power’s Out (January 23) and Who Taught You to Dream (on King Day aka Pat Parker’s Birthday)

I SAID I LOVED YOU

By the participants in the “I SAID I LOVED YOU”: June Jordan and the Insistent Poetics of Peace workshop 

“I SAID I LOVED YOU AND I WANTED

GENOCIDE TO STOP”

-from Intifada Incantation by June Jordan

I SAID I LOVED YOU AND I WANTED

HOME

I SAID I LOVED YOU AND I WANTED

WATER 

I SAID I LOVED YOU AND I WANTED

DIGNITY BREATHING 

I SAID I LOVED YOU AND I WANTED

SPACE TO NEED

I SAID I LOVED YOU AND I WANTED

TO BEND TIME 

I SAID I LOVED YOU AND I WANTED

MOVEMENT 

I SAID I LOVED YOU AND I WANTED

CONNECTION

I SAID I LOVED YOU AND I WANTED

TOUCH

I SAID I LOVED YOU AND I WANTED

GRACE

I SAID I LOVED YOU AND I WANTED

HEALING 

I SAID I LOVED YOU AND I WANTED

TO BE SEEN

I SAID I LOVED YOU AND I WANTED

TO SPEAK ESPECIALLY WHEN MY VOICE WAS QUIVERING

I SAID I LOVED YOU AND I WANTED

YOU TO ALWAYS KNOW IT 

I SAID I LOVED YOU AND I WANTED

YOU TO NEVER DIE

I SAID I LOVED YOU AND I WANTED

YOU TO HEAR 

I SAID I LOVED YOU AND I WANTED

YOU TO SAY IT BACK 

I SAID I LOVED YOU AND I WANTED

BACK WHAT WE HAD COST EACH OTHER 

I SAID I LOVED YOU AND I WANTED

TO RETURN

I SAID I LOVED YOU AND I WANTED

YOU TO NEVER BE TORTURED IN PRISON

I SAID I LOVED YOU AND I WANTED

THE VIOLATION TO NEVER HAVE HAPPENED

TO NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN

I SAID I LOVED YOU AND I WANTED

US 

I SAID I LOVED YOU AND I WANTED

TO PROTECT US

I SAID I LOVED YOU AND I WANTED

TO PROTECT YOU 

I SAID I LOVED YOU AND I WANTED

TO BE PROTECTED

I SAID I LOVED YOU AND I WANTED

THERE TO BE NO NEED FOR PROTECTION

I SAID I LOVED YOU AND I WANTED

EVERYONE SAFE AT HOME 

I SAID I LOVED YOU AND I WANTED

EVERYONE TO FEEL SAFE WHERE THEY SLEEP

I SAID I LOVED YOU AND I WANTED

TO BE BETTER WITH YOU

I SAID I LOVED YOU AND I WANTED

WE

I SAID I LOVED YOU AND I WANTED

YOU WE US TO FEEL GOOD TO FEEL JOY

I SAID I LOVED YOU AND I WANTED

EVERY SUNRISE

I SAID I LOVED YOU AND I WANTED

THE WHOLE SKY

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This weekend a beautiful multitude, generations of people inspired by June Jordan’s work, including some of her beloved students and collaborators gathered to write together and celebrate the 50 year anniversary of Jordan’s still very timely book Some Changes. We reckoned with how much in the current moment, in our lives and in this world doesn’t make any sense and then we played with form, listened to the darkness and the ocean and opened ourselves to multiple forms of guidance from June Jordan’s powerful work and legacy. Multiple times I was so overwhelmed with gratitude I completely forgot my own curriculum. I am grateful for the power in the space and the vulnerable, hopeful, wise words shared. Please enjoy our group poem below.

The power of this weekend’s workshop opened a portal for me and I have also been motivated by the urgency of June Jordan's poetry to create two other "emergency" workshops for THIS WEEK in response to both the Australian Bushfires and the war against Iran. 

Tuesday 1/7: Archive of Fire: Climate Justice in the Time of the Australian Bushfires was inspired by a sister in Melbourne who reached out to me that she was reading my book M Archive: After the End of the World while witnessing her continent on fire amidst the lies and excuses of local politicians. If you cannot attend, please do spread the word to your loved ones and colleagues in Australia, they have the option to participate for free and I timed it to be during their waking hours. Proceeds will go to the Fire Relief Fund for First Nations Communities which you can also donate to here: https://www.gofundme.com/f/fire-relief-fund-for-first-nations-communities

Sign up is here: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/archive-of-fire-climate-justice-in-the-time-of-the-australian-bushfires-tickets-88472929915

Wednesday 1/8 (morning) I SAID I LOVE YOU: June Jordan and an Insistent Poetics of Peace was inspired by my dear sister Tala who is a child of Iranian immigrants who asked if she could use a chant she heard me use of June Jordan's words "Love is lifeforce" in an anti-war speech she gave yesterday. Again please help by spreading the word to loved ones and colleagues who are in Iran or who are part of the diaspora. They have the option to participate for free and I timed it to be after work Iran-time.  

Sign up is here: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/i-said-i-love-you-june-jordan-and-insistent-peace-in-the-face-of-war-tickets-88473670129

And sign up is also open for our regularly scheduled workshop on January 20th:

Who Taught You to Dream: An Ancestor Accountable Writing Ceremony

Sign up here: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/who-taught-you-to-dream-an-ancestor-accountable-online-writing-ceremony-tickets-88281597635

For Beautiful Us

by the participants in Some Changes: June Jordan and the Decade We’ve Been Waiting For

“you will be god to bless you”

            -June Jordan in “For Beautiful Mary Brown: Chicago Rent Strike Leader”

we will be power to bless ourselves

we will be constellations to guide us

we will be dreaming to sustain us

we will be healed to reach our roots

we will be courage to live in truth

we will be fierce to liberate ourselves

we will be water to slake our thirst

we will be together to heal us

we will be fearless to love ourselves

we will be love to feed ourselves

we will be fire to warm us

we will be joy to sustain us

we will be joy to sustain revolution

we will be love in the space of want

we will be infinite unveiling to us

we will be matches to spark us

we will be iridescent to activate us

we will be movement to change the unthinkable

we will be legacy to re-member our heritage

we will be voice to name us

we will be call to sacred in all

we will be arms to hold us together

we will be air to lift our wings

we will be the air we float away on

we will be the salt that floats us

we will be the ocean to liberate our existence

we will be luscious to incubate liberation

we will be laughter that reverberates through darkness

we will be darkness to be known

we will be free to be ourselves

we are the darkness they cannot penetrate

we are the thank you we give ourselves

i will be darkness to wade in myself

i will be moon to reflect me

i will be ocean to free myself

i will be fierceness to protect you

i will be listening to presence you

i will be ears to taste your hope

y’all will be voices to breathe truth

babies will be conscience to lead us 

they will be patterns to guide you

they will be models to move our hearts

they will be candles to light the way 

guides will be speaking to direct us

she will be here to guide us

you will be heartbeat to guide us

we will be the ones June was waiting for

we will be more than anyone has ever imagined to create an entirely new world

we will be everything we need to be free

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It is the first day of a new year and a new decade. And for some of us that comes with anxiety and pressure. What will be the first phone call or text, the first meal, the first outing, the first poem of the new decade and what will it MEAN about the trajectory of the next 10 years and the rest of your LIFE!!!!!!!?????? During our last Brilliance Remastered writing intensive of 2019, “Cycles: The Unlearning Intensive,” we did some work to displace the “fear of firsts” that can often stall us in our process and send us into an overthinking loop that brings back our least helpful default stories and actions.

What if instead of turning a new beginning into an opportunity to judge and prove, we could celebrate the very practice of beginning? What if we could honor any of the infinite things we might do that would remind us that we can always start again? And then do that again and again and again. In the Unlearning Intensive, as we wrote and explored the ongoing conversations in our minds and turned things backwards and inside out, one of the things we noticed is that while systemic oppressions and family patterns of trauma have done a lot to shape the stories we tell about our own lives, we are also powerful storytellers with the possibility of creating new stories, and shifting and turning around old ones. And some of the practices that we want to prioritize allow us just that, opportunities to rewrite and invent our relationships to the people, institutions and processes in our lives. So as a gift on the New Year’s Day we offer you an abundance of firsts. Our abundance of firsts in the group poem that we created together. You can read it aloud as a way of remembering and recognizing that impulse to begin as it’s own miracles. And embrace that, like life embraces you. Happy and/or Reflective and/or Sweet and/or Slow and/or Pondering New Year Loves!!!!

P.S. And if you want a supportive space to write through some of these changes (during a meteor shower!) Sign up is open for Some Changes our online writing workshop this coming Saturday based on the brilliance of June Jordan’s FIRST book of poems, published 50 years ago at the dawn of the 1970s. Info here.

First

by the participants in Cycles: The Unlearning Intensive

First I will listen

First I will love

First I will love myself first

First I will ask questions

First I will look up and reach down

First I will stop knowing 

First I will dive

First I will float

First I will hold my own hands

First I will let go

First I will let go of trying to understand it all before becoming it

First I will rest

First I will lift my head

First I will pour my weight

First I will breathe deep despite congestion

First I will grieve loss

First I will have sweetness

First I will remember laughter

First I will feed you

First I will snuggle you

First I will ask the ancestors 

First I will rest in our wins

First I will sense the winds

First I will expect trauma-informed care in all power influenced interactions

First I will lay hands on myself, singing healing into my own blood

First I will knit something new and re member your hands with mine

First I will feed myself and others

 First I will smile with recognition

First I will exist

First I will ground to balance

First I will trust

First I will surrender

First I will ask my body

First I will have apple pie a la mode

First I will talk to the trees

First I will hold myself and then hold you 

First I will love myself

First I will sing it to the whales

First I will sink my feet into the soil

First I will breathe

First I will let myself receive

First I will leap although there is fear

First I will make offering

First I will plant seeds

First I will thrum my healing song

First I will scream and cry

First I will affirm love

First I will drum and dance

First I will center practices that open my heart

First I will tell the truth

First I will rest

First I will light the fire

First I will look around

First I will pulse

First I will be peace

First I will know myself

First I will listen to my dreams

First I will pray to ancestors

First I will dance

First I will be here now

First I will say thank you

First I will say yes

First I will say no and build in a pause

First I will adorn myself in the sacred

First I will tremble

First I will wait in the dark

First I will chant the sunrise

First I will say I love you

First I will ask

First they will call to me

First I will listen for my true name

First I will see it in my dreaming

First I will listen

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P.S. What’s the first online writing workshop of the new decade? So glad you asked! Sign up is open for Some Changes: June Jordan and the Decade We’ve Been Waiting For. More information here: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/some-changes-june-jordan-and-the-decade-weve-been-waiting-for-tickets-87614833325

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Today is Joseph Beam’s birthday! i love celebrating Joseph Beam’s birthday as we bring the year to a close because his visionary magic and medicine, the bravery diligence and love that helped him create the first anthology of Black gay men’s writing is exactly what I (and can I say WE) need moving into a new year, and in this case a new decade. Among other inspiring affirmations, Joseph Beam said “I dare myself to dream.” And I believe that his lasting contributions have made generations of us more daring, more willing to invest our time and energy in our dreams for more loving communities.

i call the collage I made in honor of Joseph Beam “BrainBeam” because of the sunlight coming out of his head and his powerful way of making ideas real in our communities. As I look at the collage, it is of course not only his brain but his overflowing heart (with rays of color emerging from his right breast pocket) that shines upon us even now. He made it very clear that his work in the world was motivated by a deep love of his community. He was the one who explicitly taught us how revolutionary “Black men loving Black men” could be for everyone, and particular for the healing and growth of Black communities.

When I was a graduate student researching at the Schomburg Black Gay and Lesbian Archives curated by Steven Fullwood he told me that Joseph Beam’s mother Dorothy Beam was the person who ensured that his legacy of love would continue by working to organize and donate his personal archives. She also supported Essex Hemphill, who actually moved in with Mama Beam for a time, to complete the work Joseph Beam had started on the second anthology follow-up to In the Life, the crucial Brother to Brother. Steven Fullwood also told me that Joseph Beam’s father’s name was Sun Beam. What an amazing name. Joseph Beam’s middle name is Fairchild, and I wonder if his father’s was too. I haven’t been able to learn much about Sun F. Beam besides the fact he was a Philadelphia Security Guard and that he proudly attended the Philadelphia reading at Gay bookstore Giovanni’s Room for In the Life along with Dorothy Beam, offering an early (and for many community members the FIRST) example of what it looked like for Black parents not only to accept their gay Black children, but also to be committed and proud of their work on behalf of the larger Black gay community.

And so when I think of Joseph Beam I often think the phrase “son of the Sun Beam” thinking not only of the name (Fairchild hmm) but also of the love of parents who realized that their son was “bright” and who honored his light even after he passed away. I noticed a detail earlier this year in an article honoring Dorothy Beam upon her passing that she kept an archive of bow-ties for much of her life. And late in life she donated her bowtie collection to Frasier Dasent who, inspired by the healing quilts Dorothy Beam made over the years for babies with HIV, used the bowties at a quilting camp for young girls. My ceremony of recognition and love for Joseph Beam goes beyond the accomplishments of his accomplished and short life. It honors the love that flowed through him, from his parents and community, from his brother-comrade Essex Hemphill, for Steven Fullwood, Charles Stephens, Yolo Akili, Lisa C. Moore and other stewards of his legacy. I see the strips of color, wood, fabric and gold that come out of the top of his head, the back of his neck, his pockets as material sunshine. May our actions on behalf of our communities, may our honoring of the people we love become material sunshine on this planet, nourishing love.

To learn more about Joseph Beam and to participate in his powerful legacy please do:

Read In the Life and Brother to Brother both republished by Lisa C. Moore at Redbone Press. (Perfect reading group material!)

Read Black Gay Genius: Answering Joseph Beam’s Call edited by Steven Fullwood and Charles Stephens (I have an essay in their too based on the correspondence of Joseph Beam and Audre Lorde in his archival papers in the Black Gay and Lesbian Archive).

Visit the Black Gay and Lesbian Archive at the Schomburg Center in Harlem founded and curated by Steven G. Fullwood.

Support and participate in events by Counternarrative Project which builds community and power for and as Black Gay Men and intentionally embodies Joseph Beam’s vision of “Black men loving Black men,” every day.

Support, celebrate and collaborate with BEAM (Black Emotional and Mental Health) founded by Yolo Akili in the legacy of Joseph Beam’s bravery to talk about the revolutionary possibility of intimacy in our communities.

Also now, “BrainBeam” and all my ancestral collages are available online as prints in different sizes. All proceeds go to the ongoing work of Eternal Summer of the Black Feminist Mind.

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Speaking of daring ourselves to dream, you can sign up for Eternal Summer of the Black Feminist Mind’s first online “Some Changes: June Jordan and the Decade We’ve Been Waiting For” right here: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/some-changes-june-jordan-and-the-decade-weve-been-waiting-for-tickets-87614833325

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Last night’s solstice prep deep dive was a miracle. I am so grateful to everyone who participated in the quieter darker, less on camera way that felt so right for last night. We practiced silence. We investigated our rib cages. We pondered what are we doing to protect our hearts? What do we want to open our hearts up to in this new decade? What are the practices and beings that support our openness. It was a journey. Trust came up again and again and I am grateful for the folks who decided to trust ourselves and each other by participating in the space in whatever ways we did. I am grateful for your participation right now. Below is a poem we created of the affirmations that we want to ground and hold us as we navigate these darkest days. As usual, this poem is wonderful to read aloud. See if there is a particular line or set of lines that you want to meditate with this solstice.

Oh and our last writing intensive of the year “Cycles: The Unlearning Intensive” is next weekend. More info here: http://brillianceremastered.alexispauline.com/2019/12/16/cycles-the-unlearning-intensive/

Love,

Alexis

What. Me.

by the participants in Brilliance Remasterd’s Deep Dive Solstice Prep: Black Feminist Lessons from Marine Mammals

“deep in the ocean there is pressure. a lot of pressure. it will press on your chest and your lungs will collapse. you call it heartbreak. it is not. it is how what made you embraces you. reshapes you. welcomes you back. let it happen.”

-from Seven. Dive Deeper. (APG)

what breaks me births me

what collapses me expands me

what softens me keeps me fierce

who breathes with me loves me

what teaches me acknowledges me

what loves me strengthens me

what sees me knows me

what knows me builds me

what pleasures me nourishes me

what creates me enjoys me

what enjoys me will recall me

what moves me motivates me

what leaves me returns me

what abandons me frees me

what empties me opens me

what opens me strengthens me

what breaks my heart transforms me

what has been lost to me shapeshifts me

what dreams me confirms me

what calls me will keep calling me

what scares me stretches me

what stretches me opens me

what reminds me centers me

what comforts me holds me

what inspires me sustains me

what intrigues me humanizes me

what connects me teaches me

what hails me hushes me

what heals me loves me

what nourishes me finds me

what lulls me can wake me

what wakes me knows me better

what feeds me deepens me

what calls me deepens me

what i desire roots me

what grounds me fruits me 

what ruptures me transforms me

what abuses me shames me

what poisons me takes me

what poisons me exits me

what angers me motivates me

what oppresses me agitates me

what concerns me organizes me

what kills me reveres me

what judges me forgives me

what shames me falls before me

what broke me was not the end of me

the love of god made me

the love of god embraces me

what hears me answers me

what whispers to me ignites me

what challenges me sharpens me

what captures me lifts me

what breaks me perfects me

what speaks to me writes me

what me what me

what is me

what was me

what will be me

what feels me is me

what terrifies me is me

what destroys me rebirths me is me

Image from Whale and Dolphin Conservation

It’s the last solstice of the decade. Here in the northern hemisphere it’s a winter solstice full of dark days and urgent hungers. There are shallow ways to mark the passing of time, like lists on social media of best and worst ________ of the decade. And then there is the depth work we can’t avoid no matter how much we scroll, asking us what we want to take with us into a new decade and what we need to finally leave behind.

For me this has been a saltwater solstice, not because I am at the beach (I wish) but because it has been an immersion in familiar and new layers of grief, serious cravings for french fries and my mama’s macaroni and cheese and major decisions about my creative and community practices. So, of course, I turn to marine mammals, kindred experts in navigating salt, immersion and breath. Tomorrow night I will be facilitating an online writing solstice prep workshop called “Deep Dive” which will engage a seven step process inspired by mile deep diving whales for how we can go deep this solstice without getting lost, how we can get in and out of our own heads, how we can let our breathing reshape our lives and more. You can sign up for the workshop here: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/deep-dive-solstice-prep-session-black-feminist-lessons-from-marine-mammals-tickets-86291166201

And some of the words that will be guiding us are below.

Deep love,

Alexis

Seven. A Guide for Diving Deeper.

(from Cachalot aka Phyester Macrocephalus aka the Sperm Whale who can dive more than a mile deep translated by APG)

one. breathe.

(we sperm whales can replace 90% of the air in our lungs with one breath. we can blow our breath 17 feet high. however deep you are breathing, breathe more, breathe deeper.)

two. take responsibility for your forehead.

(we, for example, have a head full of wax we can solidify like a weight to go deeper, we can melt it to become lighter than water and float. what is going on in your head? be intentional with it.)

three. hush.

(we stretch out our bodies 60 feet long at the surface and then arch our backs facing down, our tails come with us "barely creating a ripple." we are saving our energy for depth. this is not the time to splash.)

four. be flexible.

(deep in the ocean there is pressure. a lot of pressure. it will press on your chest and your lungs will collapse. you call it heartbreak. it is not. it is how what made you embraces you. reshapes you. welcomes you back. let it happen.)

five. be specific in your actions.

(when your lungs collapse you will need the oxygen in your blood. it is deep in your muscles. it was put there by practice. let your practice facilitate depth. it will be there when you need it.)

six. listen.

(we listen underneath our throats, not with our ears. we listen across the planet. we can hear each other click from opposite sides of the globe. though we may seem alone, we never are.)

seven. come back.

(you will know when it has been enough time in the deep. it can vary. attune to your need. account for your nourishment. direct your thoughts, melt them down make them light. and return.)[1

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Image Credit: Whale and Dolphin Conservation
Direct quote from Smithsonian Handbook on Whales Dolphins and Porpoises

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Still from Pahokee

Audre Lorde had an eternal sense of her own being. When she was writing The Black Unicorn her first poetry book for a major press, she felt like she was in conversation with an “Ancestor Audre.” When she wrote Undersong a book of revisions of her earlier poems, she felt that she was being the teacher, older sister, mentor that her younger poet self would have always wanted, and when she spoke to Mari Evans in the interview that would become known as “My Words Will Be There,” she predicted that after she died, her words would continue to be part of the conversation, words that future Black women might agree with or disagree with, but whose presence would impact what they (as in we) did. Indeed, Audre Lorde’s work is prologue for so many of us, the ways we understand multiplicity and navigate institutions, the grace and complexity we offer to herself. I know for a fact that since I found Audre Lorde as a teenagers, my writing has always been in relation to hers. In fact, every essay I wrote for the rest of high school had an epigraph from one of her poems.

We certainly felt Audre Lorde’s presence during our intensive writing time together in the “My Words Will Be There” online intensive. We felt ourselves answering the call Audre Lorde made to fill what she saw as a vacuum around her, but she called across time to create the community she felt her work deserved and here we are. It was beautiful and poignant to notice that as we did our own healing, did the work of calling in what was missing in our own stories and journeys through this life, we were also in communion with Lorde. In a direct way, loving ourselves rigorously is fulfillment of and participation in the prophecies Audre Lorde made to save her own life, to speak her own truth, to source her own bravery, which is now collective in many forms. During the writing intensive we traveled backwards and forwards, speaking life to our younger selves and reaching beyond our lives to our relationships with what we hope will long outlive our breathing. Please take a deep breath and enjoy this poem that we created together, inspired by Audre Lorde’s “Prologue.”

P.S. If you want to sign up for our last writing intensive of the decade, “Cycles: The Unlearning Intensive” the information is here: http://brillianceremastered.alexispauline.com/2019/12/16/cycles-the-unlearning-intensive/

If you want to participate in this week’s Solstice Prep Deep Dive (Black Feminist Lessons from Marine Mammals) sign up here: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/deep-dive-solstice-prep-session-black-feminist-lessons-from-marine-mammals-tickets-86291166201

Past Noon

by the participants in the “My Words Will Be There” Intensive

“Somewhere in the landscape past noon/I shall leave a dark print/of the me that I am/and who I am not…

And the grasses will still be/Singing.”

-Audre Lorde “Prologue” (1971)

And the children will still be dancing.

And the spirit will still be shining.

And the oceans will still be undulating.

And the blue will still be deep.

And the guides will still be pleased.

And the air will still be laughing.

And the vibrations will still be accessible.

And the truth will still be here.

And the poems will still be sung.

And the image will still be changing.

And the analyses will still be valued.

And the children will still be growing.

And the babies will still be free.

And the dreams will still be manifesting.

And the love will still be here.

And the soup will still be on.

And the love will still be infinite.

And the listening will still be happening.

And the breathing will still be happening.

And the healing will still be happening.

And the laughter will still be present.

And the oracle will still be everywhere.

And the joy will still be profound.

And the kisses will still be fierce.

And the she wolf will still be howling.

And the sound will still be creation.

And the ancestors will still be delighted.

And the sky will still be sky.

And the joy will still be manifest.

And the flowers will still be blooming.

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“Act Like You Know” for Fannie Lou Hamer and Ella Baker

Today is Ella Baker’s birthday, and I wonder what they call her in the ancestral realm. Goddess of the Grassroots? Archangel of all Activists? More than anything I wonder, is Ella Baker at rest? My devotional collage “Act Like You Know” in honor of Fannie Lou Hamer and Ella Baker is based on one of my very favorite images of all time: documentary evidence of Ella Baker’s divine work on this planet and her partnership with Fannie Lou Hamer and many others to create the Freedom Democratic Party. The Freedom Democratic Party was a visionary intervention into electoral politics that didn’t wait for racism to no longer be a factor in national electoral politics (they would in that case, still be waiting now) but instead went ahead and created the multi-racial class equitable delegations that grassroots organizing could create and placed them alongside the segregated and rigged delegations that US electoral politics as usual generated. Simply put, what would an actual “democratic” party look like if the people were free and democracy wasn’t a code word for racial capitalism? Well, short answer? It would look nothing like the Democratic Party. This national work, with its epicenter in Mississippi was a performance of the possible, demonstrating the presence of another mode of governance right alongside the desperately dominating racist status quo (does that sound relevant to you today?) I think of this work as a precedent to the work Black women like Charlene Carruthers, Stacey Abrams and others are doing now to engage electoral politics with a revolutionary vision. And I also think of it as one of the most effective performance art projects in recorded history.

So in that case, my collage is meta-art, a work of art about a work of art, a still visual with a grand performance as it’s primary reference. But I’ll leave that for some wonderful emerging Black feminist art historian to explore in their thesis. What I really want to write about is rest. And I want to write about it because I want to learn how to do it. Ella Baker is well known for her words, popularized by the freedom singers Sweet Honey in the Rock, “We who believe in freedom cannot rest until it comes.” And I have written elsewhere about that time that Ella Baker’s community fundraised for her to take a sabbatical and she couldn’t find the time to take it. And it’s time for me to write about it again, because I can still relate. What would freedom feel like to me? Well, it would feel restful, abundant, balanced. I would feel in tune with the cosmic cycles, the ebb and flow, the hibernation that my mammal self craves right now instead of the pressure to fight the systemic oppression that don’t quit. But if freedom includes rest, and we who believe in freedom cannot rest until it comes, then does that mean we can’t be free until we are free which is not now?

I don’t propose that Ella Baker didn’t mean what she meant. What she meant was that the work of justice is urgent because people are dying in myriad ways because of systemic racism and the deaths of Black people are erased as if their lives were never sacred. And we are not going to accept that ever. Ella Baker’s standard for rest was not the ascendence of a charismatic Black leader, even a Black president, it was accountability instead of apathy for the racist production of Black death. To be specific, Ella Baker said

“Until the killing of black men, black mothers' sons, becomes as important to the rest of the country as the killing of a white mother's son, we who believe in freedom cannot rest until this happens.”

So rest, appears twice. Rest as in “the rest of the country” which is who? The people who don’t value Black life. And then who are “we”? The ones who cannot rest until the “rest of the country” values Black life? Those of us who already believe in freedom. So in the life of this sentence, “rest” first signifies division. The rest of the country, those who can sleep at night because they do not identify with Black life or identify Black lives as inherently valuable, sacred, worthy of existence, respect and protection. Rest, first signifies the false rest, unearned comfort of those who benefit from the systemic oppression of others. And the second reference to rest is actually a call for unrest or disruptive action on the part of we who are woke, because we believe in freedom. In other words, if Black mothers can’t sleep, white mother’s are about to get snatched out of their rest, because nobody in here is going to rest while I’m still stressed! Look at the angle of Ella Baker’s face, the tilt of her chin! She is not playing.

Ella Baker’s profound, brave and prophetic words are fueling direct action for Black Lives right now. As they should be. And I still want to talk about rest. How we move from the unjust rest of apathy to the resortative abundance of shared power, a life of action that knows deep peace, a progressive life where there is space for rest.

And even though Ella Baker could not see sabbatical in the urgency of that particular moment documented in her collection of letters at the Schomburg Center in Harlem (where she moved and lived at the YWCA after her North Carolina education), we know Ella Baker knew about rest. Because it was Ella Baker, as Barbara Ransby’s research and Baker’s own words teach us, who knew about stepping back. Who felt no need to do everything. Who in fact cultivated and demonstrated the political value of leadership from the most, from the mass, from the people and she knew how to trust that. Ella Baker’s life was a long beautiful song, and part of that may be because she led, not from her ego but by her faith in the multitude, the power of the people. Yes, though as many reading this know as well as I do, youth development work is some of the most rigorous presence-requiring work that exists, work that has certainly kept me up at all hours, the actual practice of developing leaders to replace us, which Ella Baker modeled in her mentorship of the leaders of SNCC, implies sharing power, an intergenerational invitation to allow our elders to rest in certain ways and grow in others.

I want rest in my life like the part of the song where we take a deep breath and remember how good it feels to be singing. I want rest in my life like a baby’s head on the chest of a parent as if I have no need yet for strong neck muscles, and can sleep anywhere. And my skull hasn’t fused so my mind is still open and downloading love direct from the source. Okay. There it is.

When I was adorning angel ancestor Ella Baker in the ceremony that has this collage as its only visual artifact, I was chanting her words “Give light and people will find the way.” Which are some of the most restful words I know. I was chanting those words in gratitude and and to reprogram my brain which had become cluttered with a lot of doubt and ego, a lot of worthless noise about how I personally had to make sure every good thing I wanted to exist in the world got done and how no one else could do it and how I had to personally supervise and things had to look how I would have imagined them and also I had to keep reminding everyone and also if i stepped back and things didn’t work out it would be my fault and most of all that I couldn’t trust the people because haven’t I been hurt and disappointed so many times by people I should be able to trust… In other words, my head was filled with the opposite of rest, not just that but ego-driven babble about the impossibility of rest.

But Ella Baker not only knew how to trust the people she also suggested it was possible to “give light.” What light? From where? Mmhmm. And that’s exactly what is at stake in my study of Ella Baker, marked visually here by her halo, her crown of bracelets with an open center, aligning her crown chakra with the dazzling O above, the referent circle beyond, the opening for light to come through. Trusting the people and trusting an infinite source beyond my lifetime and control is the same act of opening, it moves me beyond my ego. And so the way is opened, it is unlimited, and because it is unlimited I am free, and because I believe in freedom, which in practice, looks like believing in you, we are free. And if we are free than we can rest, not because it’s all over, but because we are all here, and because this life-force is ongoing and it’s so much bigger than our fears, it’s so old that it’s new.

There is love beaming, beaming into us always, if we can breathe deep enough to let it through. And what would we do, what we would act like, if we knew?

P.S. Prints of my collage for Ella Baker and Fannie Lou Hamer are now available online in different sizes, as are my other ancestral collages. All proceeds go to the continued work of the Eternal Summer of the Black Feminist Mind.

Black Feminist Breathing Collage 11x17

$45.00

Black Feminist Breathing Collage 22x28

$100.00

Today marks 50 years since the police murdered Fred Hampton, revolutionary, feeder of children, maker of chants, and one of my first examples of community accountable intellectual practice. Fred Hampton started his activism in high school in Chicago, and I first learned about him when I was in high school watching the Eyes on the Prize series. I heard him speak to the children in the Black Panthers Free Breakfast program and I will never forget the way he led the community in the chant "I'll live for the people, I'll work for the people, I'll die for the people, because I LOVE the people." Those words in that order in that cadence have remained with me as a mantra, as a standard, and as a decision-making touchstone. Because LOVE, as Fred Hampton taught the babies to say it, is the longest word, the one with the most breath and emphasis. The reason for everything else.

Last night a group of community accountable intellectuals, artists and community organizers gathered for this year’s Brilliance Remastered Q&A session and I laid out all my business, from nitty-gritty details about how I chose which graduate programs to yes and to say no to, the expansive role of mentorship in my life, the multiple experiments I did to learn what community support actually meant and to cultivate an honest relationship to my own “yes” and “no,” and more. In response to a wonderful question by a fellow Gemini about how I, as a person with my head in the stars, manages to have so much creative output, completion and productivity we spent a long time talking about the role of daily practice as what builds our lives. Inspired by our beloved Mobile Homecoming elder Ed Swan we created a group poem about what daily practice looks and feels like for us. As I typed up the poem this morning I thought about Chairman Fred, and what it means to practice freedom like breakfast, necessary, daily and never to be taken for granted. Gratitude eternal for the examples of Fred Hampton, Toni Cade Bambara, Lucille Clifton, Octavia Butler, Nayo Watkins, Nia Wilson, Zelda Lockhart, Asha Bandele and all the great teachers whose names I called during last night’s session.

I hope you enjoy our poem of practice. It’s best read aloud.

Love,

Lex

P.S. Here is the link for this weekend's writing intensive “My Words Will Be There: Audre Lorde, Black Feminist Time Travel and Ancestral Listening: http://brillianceremastered.alexispauline.com/2019/11/22/my-words-will-be-there-audre-lorde-black-feminism-and-ancestral-listening/

Here are my ancestral collages which are finally available as prints in a variety of sizes and which support the ongoing work of the Eternal Summer of the Black Feminist Mind:

Black Feminist Breathing Collage 11x17

$45.00

Black Feminist Breathing Collage 22x28

$100.00

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Freedom is a Practice

by the participants in the 2019 Brilliance Remastered Q&A Session

Everyday I am in ceremony.

Everyday I ask the universe for guidance.

Everyday I remember my dreams.

Everyday I light a candle.

Everyday I write the dreams down.

Everyday I connect to my source.

Everyday I have woken in the dark.

Everyday I meet the morning silence with my silence.

Everyday I go back to sleep while my partner drinks coffee.

Everyday I hydrate, water is life.

Everyday I value being alive.

Everyday I do gratitude.

Everyday I make offerings to the ancestors.

Everyday I listen.

Everyday I feel deep gratitude for my wondrous body.

Everyday I dance.

Everyday I write.

Everyday I kiss the babies.

Everyday I facetime the nibblings.

Everyday I say I love you to my partner, my children.

Everyday I share a smile with another black women, I see her.

Everyday I look in the mirror and tell myself I love you.

Everyday I put three layers of moisturizer on my face.

Everyday I rest well and deeply.

Everyday I worry less about the things I can’t do yet and try anyway.

Everyday I embrace my desires. 

Everyday I embrace the erotic, the passion, the juicy flow.

Everyday I live a story.

Everyday I poem (read one, write one, or dream one).

Everyday I journal, writing is life.

Everyday I trust the power of breath.

Everyday I try to feel good.

Everyday I acknowledge at least three things for which I am grateful.

Everyday I move the kundalini.

Everyday I laugh.

Everyday I exhale completely.

Everyday I move my body in the ways it needs to move.

Everyday I love myself fiercely.

blackfullness n  how Audre Lorde described her majority-Black community in St. Croix as in:

 “there is a large and everpresent Blackfullness to the days here that is very refreshing for me…”  -Audre Lorde “Above the Wind” 1990

Last night’s workshop Part & Parcel: Audre Lorde and the Idea of the Community Accountable Intellectual burst my heart. The tensions, longings and complexities in our relationships to the communities that claim us and/or that we want to claim are full of energy and insight. Together we bravely invoked communities we don’t know how to claim, used prepositions and pronouns to reflect on our relationships to multiple communities, for example here is my draft invocation of my communities of belonging/longing/origin/practice/accountability:

we the people of durham on top of black wealth and haunted by freedom

us black women of the world between pain and infinity

you the movements that shape me up under the concrete and my skin

us the diasporic west indians about this bright business of excellent longing

they the people with PhDs holding so many tremulous offerings

all a we the queer black troublemakers with magic hands and vulnerable hearts

you the gentrifiers with out home

me the ancestral multitude inside inspiration and urgency

me the mothering multitude in welcome and wonder and awe

me the waves of words coming with nerve and beauty and change and spit

AND THEN we sounded out where in our bodies we are holding knowing and fears about particular communities and reflected on how patterns we learned in our families of origins are impacting the ways we relate with larger communities now. Whew! That was a lot. I am grateful for the bravery and openness of all the participants. We went there!

And then finally, inspired by Audre Lorde’s poetic license, i.e. her invention of the word “blackfullness” to describe what she loved about her chosen community in St. Croix, where she went to save her life and transform her longing for Caribbean homeland into accountable action, and in the full knowledge that we have yet to invent the words for the relationships we desire most with the multiple communities that call us, we created a lexicon of words for what we want it to feel like. I was challenged this morning to make a poem with all of these words and here it is!

refresh

as in

the

overflowingfullness

of blackessence

where

choruschoir-osity

meets

talkability

our

amongstness

in deliciousifizing

nurtererances

the utterosity

of our

bigheartfull

furiousflowerings

into

vibration-magining

consensualizing

softiness

oh the

fambulosity

of our

cocoon-ealing

sustentrance

the openbreak

of our vulnerabattling

deartenderwarrioring

and all this

fawntastic

hugwarmy

affirmance

blove joy

siriusloy

a

horizoncommunionfothefuture

a

queerremakethismoment

for every incognegro

kairopractor

yes it’s a

gentlerizing

dancibration

full of

desireizing

bunnylove

yes.

 the moonstatic

rebellation

of our days.

Upcoming Brilliance Remastered Online Events

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I can already tell that I’m going to have to write about this collage more than once. because the messages keep coming. #audreonthemainline

But since tomorrow we will be diving into the interview “Above the Wind” and writing together about “Audre Lorde and the Idea of the Community Accountable Intellectual,” I’ll start with the detail of a brick wall.

For me the brick wall in this collage (emerging out from under the water and the mosaic) represents Audre Lorde’s relationship to the city and the university. From all accounts, Audre Lorde was never well behaved at school, but she did a lot of it. And her relationship with the City University started with her time as a student at Hunter High School for Girls. And after graduating from Hunter College and Columbia University she worked for the City University of New York in many different capacities. She (along with June Jordan, Toni Cade Bambara and Adrienne Rich) worked for the SEEK program, an access program preparing students from under-performing high schools for college level work. She taught teachers at Lehman College, she taught cops at John Jay College of Criminal Justice, she taught poetry at Hunter College. It was at the City University of New York’s Second Sex Conference where she told her racist white feminist colleagues that “the master’s tools will never dismantle the master’s house.” It was a CUNY building where she looked out the 17th floor window and processed her nightmares and the nightmares of her students in one of the first “Blackstudies” courses ever (which she reflects on in the poem “Blackstudies.”) As the first Black faculty member in John Jay’s English Department, she taught their first courses on institutionalized racism, to student cops with loaded weapons in full uniforms and co-taught their first women’s studies classes. I think about the brick wall in relationship to the pillows at the bottom of the collage, and what June Jordan describes in her memorial tribute to Audre Lorde as their shared support of students of color protesting for open admissions and relevant Black and Puerto Rican curriculum at City University. They brought food and blankets, comfort and teach-ins to those students determined to transform the brick walls of their university, their city. And one day Hunter College would name their women’s poetry center after Audre Lorde. And yet, when she proposed a teaching schedule that would keep her from cold New York winters so she could better fight the cancer in her body, she was denied. It was Audre Lorde herself who said “our labor has become more important than our silence” in her poem “A Song for Many Movements,” and indeed despite her singular voice, the university where she had offered decades of transformation to generations of students in multiple fields, required more labor than her body could give. So ultimately she left the City University and the city itself and moved to St. Croix where she created the community accountable practice we’ll be studying tomorrow night. Sometimes, institutionally, you come up against a brick wall. And then what? For me, part of the ceremony of this collage is to operationalize Lorde’s typewriter, envelopes, breathing into the actualization of portals beyond the brick walls of her life. And for me, part of my commitment is to live and support others to live based on the lessons Audre Lorde learned at a very high cost, sometimes a brick wall is a brick wall. Message received. We are inventing ways to live otherwise.

There are still a few spots left in tomorrow’s webinar Audre Lorde and the Idea of the Community Accountable Intellectual/Artist you can sign up here: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/audre-lorde-and-the-idea-of-the-community-accountable-intellectualartist-tickets-82879963201

And check out next month’s online weekend writing intensive My Words Will Be There: Audre Lorde, Black Feminism and Ancestral Listening. Info here: http://brillianceremastered.alexispauline.com/2019/11/22/my-words-will-be-there-audre-lorde-black-feminism-and-ancestral-listening/

(P.S. I’m happy to share that prints of “Message Received” my collage for Audre Lorde and my other ancestral collages are available for online purchase in multiple sizes. All proceeds go towards the ongoing work of Eternal Summer of the Black Feminist Mind.)

Black Feminist Breathing Collage 11x17

$45.00

Black Feminist Breathing Collage 22x28

$100.00

Yesterday was gender-transgressive poet preacher civil rights lawyer feminist educator and firebrand Pauli Murray’s 109th birthday and now in a time where as Pauli Murray once wrote in a letter to historian Patricia Bell-Scott “my lost causes are being found,” it is also Trans Day of Remembrance, a day where we remember the transcestors that have been taken from us unjustly and too soon, where we remember the total violence of a society that polices, enforces and produces gender as not a form of life, but a constriction on all of our breathing. I am returning to my collage “Heritage” for Pauli Murray today because while the many photographs that exist of Pauli Murray challenge the gender binary and as Pauli said in an interview recording recently shared at Think Tank meeting of artists imagining the Pauli Murray Center here in Durham “you can see I am very androgynous,” Pauli Murray’s resistance of gender norms in daily life and advocacy for themselves as one of the first people to ask medical professionals for hormone replacement therapy is often discarded as a disposable “detail” in a life characterized by easier to appropriate and more acceptable “accomplishments.” Although several brilliant Black trans and queer artists of color came together last year to celebrate the re-issue of Pauli Murray’s volume of poems Dark Testament (you can watch the whole event here) , and just yesterday in honor of Pauli Murray’s birthday genderqueer prophet, artist and preacher (and love of my life) Sangodare Akinwale launched a revolutionary sermonic residency that you can support with your attention and your coins here,

at this time Black trans and gender non-conforming people are not in a place of leadership around the circulation, amplification and application of Pauli Murray’s legacy. That’s what I’m remembering today.

In my collage for Pauli Murray I have placed on Pauli’s shoulder my own middle name “Pauline.” That version of my name is actually from the small name cards that I was given by my high school to use to invite people to my graduation. Pauline is my mother’s name and it was also the name of Pauli Murray’s Aunt Pauline who played a primary role in raising Pauli when Pauli’s mother died. Pauli, whose parents honored this aunt by naming Pauli “Anna Pauline Murray” had a special connection with this Aunt and actually sacrificed a life of greater flexibility and freedom in New York City to come back to North Carolina as a young adult to care for Aunt Pauline. I feel a kinship through the fact that in a way or for a time Pauli Murray and I shared the same middle name, a connection to the women that raised us. And I also placed our name “Pauline” on Pauli’s unsmiling shoulder where one might imagine the “chip” on a shoulder of a person navigating a burden and not pretending to enjoy it. Despite the fact that Pauli, like so many non-binary, trans and gender non-conforming people before and since, chose a fluid name “Pauli” and made that name official in practice and publication there was a way that the ancestral name “Pauline” both held and haunted Pauli’s life. The person Pauli needed to be in honor of the people who raised and cared for them as a child was in some senses a badge of honor and in other senses a heavy burden. The trap of gender itself was so harmful to Pauli during their lifetime that Pauli spent time in mental institutions, a particularly scary predicament given that Pauli’s father was beaten to death by a white guard at the “Hospital for the Negro Insane” in Maryland. And from inside the walls of the mental institution Pauli advocated specifically in well annotated and argued letters to their doctors that their gender had been mis-assigned and supported those letters with some of the most cutting edge medical research of the time, in the early 1930s. Assigned gender and the assigned gendered labor that also falls on people assigned female at birth was a part of Pauli’s heritage. A part of our shared heritage, in fact. Part of the ceremony of the collage “heritage” for me was to imagine Pauli, not only being held by and holding a gendered familial name, but also using the portal of that name as I now hold it to demand another future, a transformed legacy shouldered differently by those who stand on Pauli’s shoulders. More than anything this collage says to me “remember,” reassemble this field of grace that exceeds institutions, boxes, forms, that grows as wild as fierce as Pauli’s glare. Remember. A queerer obligation that grows out these shoulders like brown wings.

Black Feminist Breathing Collage 11x17

$45.00

I am happy to share that prints of my collage “Heritage” for Pauli Murray and 19 of my other ancestral collages are now available for online purchase in different sizes. All proceeds go to the continued work of Eternal Summer of the Black Feminist Mind.

Black Feminist Breathing Collage 22x28

$100.00

Last night about fifty freedom seekers gathered across space and time-zones to write ourselves more free. Inspired by the way Harriet Tubman trusted her dreams and freed herself and multitudes and drawing on the insights of the Combahee River Collective and the 2013 Combahee Pilgrimage to celebrate the 150th anniversary of Tubman’s successful Combahee River Uprising, we dedicated our participation, chanted collective freedom, wrote about our night dreams, our visionary intentions, the obstacles we face and the resources we can tap into. I dedicated my participation to the poet Ai Elo, now a young ancestor who joined us at the Combahee River and is still teaching me what it means to “live free or die.” The poetry, dreams, visions and insights folks shared last night were a priceless gift and an actualization of the freedom Harriet Tubman could already see and feel during her lifetime. I am offering an arrangement of the collective poem we created last night. I suggest reading it out loud and in good company. If you want to be notified of future classes, workshops and webinars you can join the list here. If you want to participate in our next webinar, on Audre Lorde and the Idea of the Community Accountable Intellectual/Artist next week, you can sign up here.

My People Are Free

By the Participants in “My People Are Free”: Harriet Tubman and Prophecy in the Present Tense

My people are sharing laughter

My people are loud and joyful

My people are dancing

My people are warriors

My people are magic

My people are gems

My people feel

My people are TRUTH

My people are listening

My people are at peace

My people are dripping amber honey and sharp flatware

My people are deliciously intentional

My people are inspiring

My people are inherently valuable

My people are liberated

My people are lofty lifting airborne

My people are together

My people are with us

My people are loving self, loving relationships and loving community

My people are spiraling upward and outward

My people are sky-wide

My people are shapeshifters

My people are jingle dancers

My people are fancy dancers

My people are THOUGHT

My people are brilliant

My people are radical visionaries

My people are dreamers

My people are strong

My people are brave

My people are beauty

My people are unimaginably wise

My people are vast and deep

My people are rooted

My people are growing

My people are FUTURE

My people are safe and daring

My people are strong and vulnerable

My people are resilient

My people are reframing

My people are beauty and gentleness

My people are smiling

My people are cared for

My people are healthy

My people are healing

My people are healed

My people are nourished and abundant

My people are infinite and resourceful

My people are limitless

My people are GOOD

My people are more than enough

My people are honey and light

My people are life giving

My people are everything

My people are embodiments

My people are beautifully ordinary

My people are gorgeous geniuses

My people are hilarious and endless

My people are the origins of everything and the inevitable future

My people are valuable beyond earthly measures

My people are deep in their bodies rooted to their ancestral intuition and creativity

My people are breathing deeply into the moment every moment, in every room

My people are immortal as long as we keep them with us remembering them

My people are a forever song

My people are reaching out across planes

My people are stars and the blackness between

My people are water

My people are clouds

My people are moons

My people are transforming

My people are reassured

My people are loved

My people are love

My people are joy

My people are home

My people are whole

My people are freedom incarnate

My people are infinite

My people are life

My people are my ancestors

My people are MY PEOPLE

My people are me

If you want to be notified of future classes, workshops and webinars you can join the list here. If you want to participate in our next webinar, on Audre Lorde and the Idea of the Community Accountable Intellectual/Artist next week, you can sign up here.

Tonight I am facilitating an online workshop called “My People Are Free”: Harriet Tubman and Prophecy in the Present Tense, and as I prepare our activities for tonight, I am revisiting my collage “Shapeshifter” for Harriet Tubman.

A photo inscribed with the words “Harriet Tubman, nurse, spy and scout” formed the basis for my collage “Shapeshifter” but the list could have been so much longer, and the words on that page seemed too small for the epic spirit of a tiny fugitive. What about general, healer, visionary? What about teacher, dreamer, aunt? What about sister, prophet, genius? In the collage near Harriet Tubman’s head you can see a scrap of Metis artist Christi Belacourt’s “GOOD LAND” a reframe of Canada mapped for indigenous reclamation as reprinted in Briarpatch magazine. Near her hand is a series of bowls to honor the necessary work Harriet Tubman did as an herbalist, healing people on their long journeys to freedom, but also preparing their spirits to relate to their bodies newly in a new context. Zachari Curtis gave a hands-on-workshop on the plant allies in the direct area of the Combahee River during Mobile Homecoming/Eternal Summer of the Black Feminist Mind’s Combahee Pilgrimage in 2013 to mark the 150th anniversary of Tubman’s Combahee River Uprising. Adaku Utah and Harriet’s Apothecary continue this sacred work of preparing our bodies and spirits to recognize and activate the presence of our freedom. Harriet Tubman did her work on behalf of multitudes of people, many of whom she would never meet, an infinitude of living beings beyond the human, and to do it, she activated her own multiplicity, not only through her many effective disguises, but also through the multiple skill-sets she gained from within her communities of origin and practice. For me, the collage “Shapeshifter” is a ceremony where the infinite possibility Harriet Tubman activated in practice, travels into our contemporary multitudes in the streets as Idle No More, Black Lives Matter and beyond, and the one at a time work of healing, feeding and nurturing each other’s bodies and spirits. Infinite love to Harriet Tubman who believed in our freedom more than she believed in the lie that stole us from ourselves, and acted accordingly.

P.S. By popular demand my collage “Shapeshifter” for Harriet Tubman and 19 of my other ancestral collages are available in 11x17 and 28x22 prints. All proceeds go towards the ongoing work of Eternal Summer of the Black Feminist Mind.

Black Feminist Breathing Collage 11x17

$45.00

Black Feminist Breathing Collage 22x28

$100.00