We’ve been back on that critical level ICU family life again and it’s been a whole lot of a lot.

My adrenals are shot.

{I’ve legit been walking and shuffling around like a zombie and I’m once again pretty sure the myth of zombies came from someone with adrenal fatigue… #justsayin}

I’ve wanted to say so much.

To rage against the atrocities that have continued to be committed in Palestine, Sudan, Congo, Tigray…

And it’s felt like my words have been buried beneath the rubble of genocides.

And like the words I actually HAVE had, I needed to use them to direct the wild grief symphony that is caretaking and medical urgencies.

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And through it all, I’ve been dazed… yet grateful.

Because today, in this moment at least… we {here} have hospitals with electricity and beds.

Doctors and nurses and housekeeping and techs and admins and everyone else it takes to keep life going, who are able to do so without bombs being dropped on them.

Planes that have been able to bring in family members.

We have water… food… clean air.

We have the freedom to pray as God has moved us to pray…

And I am grieving not only what’s happening personally with my family and all the changes happening here, but also for all the families who have no idea how to get their 90-year-old grandmother from one end of a strip of a stolen land to the other.

I am grieving for people who just want to take photos of life, but have been relegated to sharing images of horrors and death.

I am grieving for how long these genocides have been going on, while the world watches {or ignores, downplays, and misdirects}.

I am grieving for a species who call ourselves humane, but prove time and again to be anything but.

I am grieving for so many things and people that the grief has become its own entity and continent within my body.

I am grieving that some days it feels like I have lost sight of any semblance of a shore.

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And the only thing I’ve been able to muster sharing with you this past month or so are IG Stories.

So…

I made an IG Highlight with these myriad resources, journalists, activists, and updates from on the ground, from over the past month plus.

I’ll continue updating and adding to it.

And maybe, just maybe, I’m remembering how to breathe underwater and will be able to write more… say more… muse more… transmit more.

The days and nights will see.

But for now, here’s the IG Highlight of Stories I’ve been sharing.

In case you missed them or want to revisit and go deeper:

End Genocide Highlight

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I love you.

You are loved.

And no matter what the world has tried to show you…

You are not now, nor have you ever been, alone.

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As always…

Here’s to your untaming,

N

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P.S.:

I’ve been in beautiful conversations with some of my fave peeps around how to sell and what to say and how to run a business of our souls, while the world is yet again burning.

{Of course, it never really STOPPED burning, did it?}

And I’ve been in communion with God around it all, and how it gets to look and unfold and be revealed within us all.

And when I tell you that God has MOVED?!!!

Phew, chiiiiile.

And yes, I’ll share the things.

Free things. Mentoring things. Updated things.

But for now… because I know this moment in time is a portal for all medicine kin who know we have things to SAY, but also don’t want to cause harm by saying things when there are so many oppressed voices that need to be HEARD…

Here is our invitation:

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Artists were made for a time such as this.

You have been given the medicine and magic and message born to your bones for a time such as this.

Say what you can’t not say.

Weave what you can’t not weave.

Allow yourself to free fall into the quagmiric return of God as you…

And be revealed back unto what you came here for, during this moment, during this time of crisis and battle and chaos.

Asking yourself:

What howls in your blood, that you are all to bursting to be the portal of, for, and through?

And then let it be so.

Let yourself be awakened.

To this.

To now.

Not because you are required.

But because you have been chosen.

And you are ready to answer the call, as scary as it feels.

Regardless of how many white supremacists, xenophobes, keyboard “philosophers”, queer trauma baiters, white washed “spiritual leaders”, transphobic fuck twats, and whoever else might be watching.

Because what matters is that YOU are watching.

What matters is that YOU are bearing witness.

And because…

You know YOU were made for a time such as this.

Again, I love you.

Say yes to the medicine you know is yours.

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P.P.S.:

And in case you’re new here or haven’t been paying attention to the bones of my soul’s body of work:

Free Palestine 🇵🇸.

End all genocides.

Stand with oppressed peoples.

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