legacy*

Despite abundant evidence, it always evokes wonder to learn I’ve had an influence on another..

I feel proud of the legacies I leave. And then afraid. Feels like power which makes me think instantly of corruption.

May I embrace the power of influencing others through the tremendous act of being myself. And may I never be led by this power.

Another razor’s edge to walk.

*this post is dedicated to my Aunt JoAnne pictured here c.1952 with her sister (my mother) Virginia, far left, her brother Charles, and their mother, my grandmother, Josephine. JoAnne was a good and true friend.

 

A Reachable Dream

It's a stretch, I know, but imagine we displace patriarchy. Not overthrow, through marches and ferociously-worded signs; not through boycotting, withholding or blackmail. Just displace it. Agree to something gentler, more user-friendly, more inclusive. Coax one another into solace and generosity. Suggest billionaires use their wealth to source the dreams of strangers - because it’d be fun, because it would feel good. Make space for the violent to sob instead of strike. Be creative, fierce, and merciful enough to share leadership widely and wildly.