Windows are open and I wake to a symphony of singing birds. The moon is a light in the softness of the morning blue sky, a beacon demonstrating change.
I’m with the sharing of a friend who went to a rally in Amherst, Massachusetts. He writes:
Towards the end, we were asked to take a knee and stay in silence for 8 minutes and 46 seconds in memory of George Floyd. This is how long the policeman pressed his knee onto his neck until George died. About 1,500 people or so were completely silent for that time. Ann and I have been sitting for 8 minutes and 46 seconds twice daily since and we plan to do so in the coming days and weeks.
I can’t stop thinking about those 8 minutes and 46 seconds. That’s a long time.
I see how important it is for each of us to honor that amount of time each day, as we imagine what it was for George Floyd and as we give thanks for this flow of breath in and out, this beautiful exchange.
Here’s a beautiful essay to answer the question What Is Love?
In this moment my favorite response to the question is this:
“Being met with a dustpan when you’re holding a broom.”