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“We’re all just walking each other home”

 

 

“We’re all just walking each other home.” —Ram Dass

Dear Readers,

It’s been a really rough year. We’re still standing-ish.

Most everyone I know (and many more that I don’t), have had a difficult 2017. I won’t list  the  thousands of horrors brought to our country and the world by the current administration. Some of these things, like racism, have never left us. This country was built on genocide and the suffering of millions. But this year, we took a giant step backwards. I’ve been stunned and outraged by the cruelty continuously inflicted on people, wildlife, and the planet. I’ve taken action and hidden under blankets. I highly recommend both: Action as you’re able, and hiding under blankets. Otherwise you’ll burn out. It’s a long struggle. Always has been. Take good care of yourselves. Reading, music, gather around the animals near you. Ours are cats inside, birds outside. Hold onto anything that makes you laugh.

Some memorable things from this past year:

Mudbound —a true masterpiece. Get Out was amazing. The Big Sick was really good, as was Wind River, and the documentary The Center Will Not Hold about Joan Didion. The Handmaid’s Tale (re-read and watched) felt way too close to home. I loved This Is Us on TV and the book Dying by Cory Taylor.

We had some health stuff in our family circle. A dear friend of mine lost her brother. Several people fought cancer and are here. A friend died. She loved her family, her garden, and life. None of it is fair.

I got to see one of my oldest, dearest friends (since age 12) who I hadn’t seen in about 10 years. She was visiting from Israel with her family at the end of summer and had only a few days in NYC. It still sustains me these many months later that we got to hug and sit  and eat and walk and laugh and cry together for 6 magical hours. We stood in the middle of stores, in Times Square, in the busiest  loudest of places, and we talked about our lives and everything fell away.  I’m so grateful for her and our friendship over miles and years.  It helps so much to have real friends. This past year I was able to reconnect with several and I feel lucky.

Today in 1999, my husband proposed to me. 18 years in a flash. Thank goodness we’re  still here together. Too many people don’t get a chance to grow old with the person they love.

In the past few days, the sad news about the death of justice warrior, Erica Garner, may she rest in power; she lost her life at a tragically young age, leaving behind a brokenhearted family and community.

We must all fight on for each other’s humanity. Please keep doing the work to resist and dismantle racism, Anti Semitism, Islamophobia,  and all forms of hate which has been unleashed and directed so viciously at already oppressed and at -risk people and communities including immigrants, LGBTQ, People of Color, Native, Indigenous, and First Nations people, the homeless, women, children, seniors, people with disabilities, people living in poverty, and anyone in your corner who needs support and safety.

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The things I grab onto for hope are the many people I know who are relentless and tireless in the many battles that our country and world face. I’m uplifted by my friends and strangers doing good work all over the planet (past and present).

The writers, artists, musicians, comedians, poets, filmmakers, screenwriters, actors, songwriters, scientists, photographers, lawyers, doctors, nurses, all the activists, peace workers, bird watchers, journalists, environmentalists, dancers, children, gardeners, mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, grandparents, cousins, and neighbors who persist and bring light, love, truth and beauty here.

I despair as much as the next person. We’re in precarious, insane times. Everything is at stake.  Our hugs are healing. We go one day at a time. My son said this:

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I wish you well, and with hopes that you and yours have shelter, food, health, kindness, and love in your life. That your days and nights have enough laughs and magic to keep you going, enough medicine, enough of whatever you need to get by.

Wishing you a bright 2018!

Love & Peace,

Elana

 

 

The Goodbye Window

Dear Ones,

It is a sad day for America and the world. Our country and planet are in danger.

We’re saying goodbye to one of the greatest men, one of the greatest presidents to ever live. So much has been written and said by others, I had no idea what I could write, or how to say goodbye today.

When M was little, and in preschool, if he or other children were having a hard time separating from parents, saying goodbye at drop off, there was a little window, near the front door, and a teacher would hold M up to the window on the inside, and I was outside, and we said goodbye, blowing kisses, and waving at the goodbye window, and then he would be OK, and so would I.

So, back then, I made this:

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The Goodbye Window

 

This was a poster I had made during the 2012 election:

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And this was inspired by the First Family’s 2016 holiday / Christmas card photo:

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Thank you, President Barack Hussein Obama.

Thank you, First Lady, Michelle Obama.

Thank you, First Daughters, Malia and Sasha.

Thank you, First Dogs, Sunny and Bo.

President Barack Obama boards Air Force One at Norman Manley International Airport prior to departure from Kingston, Jamaica en route to Panama City, Panama, April 9, 2015. (Official White House Photo by Pete Souza)
President Barack Obama boards Air Force One at Norman Manley International Airport prior to departure from Kingston, Jamaica en route to Panama City, Panama, April 9, 2015. (Official White House Photo by Pete Souza)

Looking through the many pictures and waving goodbye, through the screens, or waving goodbye in our hearts inside, while you’ll wave back to us, no doubt, and we already miss you, tearing ourselves away and muttering yes, we can, we have to, but its super scary, and its real, and can we really?  It is such a long fall downwards from the high bar you set.

Thank you, Mr. President, Our President.

Thank you, to everyone who’s been marching and fighting for justice for decades, or days, and to those who have not started yet, but will.

Thank you, to all the artists, writers, musicians, singers, comedians, journalists, filmmakers, dancers, scientists, organizers, activists, dreamers and believers in all that is good in the world because we need everyone to pitch in more. We need many voices and art and comedy and film and songs and it will be  oxygen, a compass, and a way through and over and out of hopelessness, despair, and defeat. As it always is.

M is 10, and he came with me vote in 2008, 2012, and 2016, and he worries about more then a child should have to, because he feels and sees the truth, like so many children do, and he and many others are  deeply sad today. And it shouldn’t be this way; that children  everywhere are afraid and sad because a new president is taking office in the United States of America.

And we, the grown ups, somehow have to explain how this happened, how we’ll protect him, how we’ll continue to work to try to change things.

Every single child needs protection and love and clean air and water  and shelter and food and education, and we as a country already fall terribly short on that, but it could get worse.

It is impossible to explain to M how a dangerous bully tyrant, a most unfit to serve man is going to be in charge and is already working to dismantle life as we know it here and in the world.

So we tell him the truth: Yes, this is really bad. We look forward to the impeachment process to begin as soon as possible.

We stay who we are. We fight back. We don’t give up.

Be well and safe,

Love and Peace.

Elana