Here I am about two hours away from teaching and I feel uneasy.
I am in deep thought about what I’m going to say to a class that is 90% white people.
Will everyone look at me and know the pain I’m actually feeling along with so many others?
What is a class suppose to feel like after these fucked up situations happen? How am I going to teach about love and kindness when it feels like a lump in my throat is rising each moment I breathe.
I’ve thought of themes, I’ve thought of making a all black playlist, I’ve thought about getting it covered…shit I even thought about asking people to form a circle of love.
I sat here…wondering….shifting in thought…..
I found one answer…
I’m going to do nothing but be my simple and free self in this hour of peaceful time.
I am going to allow myself to be open and protected. I do know that when we can practice a moment of peace…take it.