I realized this morning that I have not posted anything here on the blog in the new year! I’ve had many things kicking around my head and heart, but I guess they have not been in publicly consumable form for the most part.
I did manage to break through my writer’s block for a bit earlier this week. The result is my latest column on the Global Sisters Report, in which I ponder indifference and disconnection, justice and injustice, privilege and moral action.
Facing an overwhelming sea of social injustice, I am coming to realize that my privilege moderates which realities I choose to see and which I take to heart. My privilege distances me from the experiences of people living in poverty or those who daily struggle against racialized structures of injustice which limit access to education, housing, and employment. My privilege obscures my own complicity and connection to the root causes. My privilege makes indifference and disconnection possible. (Read entire column here)
Have you ever noticed that you really start to appreciate some things in their absence? Friends, family, and in this case, writing. Writing is a gift that helps me process and relate to the world and the movements of the spirit in my life. Writing helps me connect with my deepest and truest self. Writing is gift … even as these words come forth from my mind and heart through my fingers to the screen.
Maybe I’ll be writing more soon … maybe not. But whatever comes is surely gift!