Today I am holding back my typical gratitude post. I feel grieved watching communities hurt and my passive complicit ness. Gratitude for small things is good, even a necessity of good life.
But so is the well being of my neighbors, especially in the face of systemic problems generations deep for those in black and brown communities. I must live differently, and may my gratitudes reflect my work towards and the reality a good life for each and every person of color, vulnerable, and marginalized around me.
I cry out to God. And I confess my own failings.