Slogging through the magic

Hard work is real 😓

Hello again, my friend! How are you doing? The world continues to turn and to burn, and we're still here making our way through each day, moment, and breath. But not everyone is fortunate enough to do that.  Please take a moment to honor the life of Daunte Wright, another victim of the white supremacist patriarchal system of policing whose life was senselessly taken this week.

Every day we're bombarded with the news of more police brutality, another tragedy, another mass shooting, more deaths in a global pandemic, humanitarian issues around the world, and any number of devastating stories.  How do you go on? Sometimes it feels like a slog. Like we'll never catch a break in the trauma, and obviously I can't speak to the trauma of our siblings of color which has been inflicted over hundreds of years.

The definition of slog is hard work over a long period of time and can be either a verb or noun.  To me, it's evocative of trying to walk through mud up to your waist or the feeling of sludge.  And yet, we still keep moving.  Sometimes we need to take the time to rest, recuperate, and reflect (which is also a form of resistance!), but without movement, nothing changes. 

What are you slogging through? Reply and let me know ✨

Keep moving your magic,
Emily