It’s been a weird few months for us! Sara’s been getting through some ongoing health complications from the Mirena IUD (doing better now!) but we took some time and really slowed down which is something we’re both not inclined to do least of all after an EP release. We’re starting to ease back into the swing of things with a focus on what we really, really, really want right now.

Something in the water triggered me Left me feeling misaligned I guess I’m fine but with more time I’ll realize I’m not meant to be Dragged down by these subtle pleas Counting beans so anxiously Why is that those with less are often the first to give? Why is that scarcity lights a pathway to your own generosity? And that the more you remain grateful, the more you gain velocity

We aren’t wrong to love each other We aren’t wrong to grieve each other We aren’t wrong to rise together We aren’t wrong to change the weather We aren’t wrong to exist We aren’t wrong to persist We aren’t wrong to be pissed Never wrong to insist That you get your shit together You’re a human, right? Remember! Walking small as an oppressor When you are your own aggressor And the sooner your remember

Last night I caught my friend Layla Saad’s post on [Rachel Cargle]() being censored by Instagram. Instagram’s an institution of white supremacy. I’m no longer surprised when any of these social media platforms go out of their way to usurp their own rules and distort their notion of “community guidelines” in an effort to silence us. But this was different. [The post that had been removed]() was a thread that was dedicated to Black Women grieving.

If I felt my grief As often And as much As it is asking to be felt I would feel nothing else Give me just a little longer, I plead I will make space to feel you If I take too long I know That you’ll come marching in My grief always find me Sometimes when I sing Other times when I speak On occasion when I dance Nearly always when I write

The Lie is loud. You can’t fake anti-racism. You can’t fake truth. You can’t fake humanity. You can’t fake solidarity. You can try! But the lie is loud. It will tell on you. And even if you convince yourself that you’re righteous and infallible? Even if you throw a tantrum and run from the person or situation that showed you where it lives in you? The lie remains. As long as it does, life will keep bringing you truth.