A view from the ferry.
Miki PopeAt Kitty’s memorial ❤️ — attending Remembering KITTY a gathering of friends, comrades,activists at Zuccotti Park. "Last night was emotional as fuck. I can't remember the last time I cried so much, and it might sound fucked up to people who didn't know Kitty, but I also can't remember the last time I had so much fun. It was definitely the best way we could have remembered one of the most beautiful human beings in the world.Life is a darker place without you here, Kitty, but just knowing you has also made my life so much better."
“We are made by history,” reads the MLK quote on the Judson church bulletin.
“We are not makers of history.”
Or is it something we do make?
A connection between ourselves and others.
“It is the active outpouring of one’s entire being into the being of another.”
Something of me in you and you in me – in this place.
Waiting and watching.
Looking at the books on the street.
Sleeping on the street.
Remembering marching with King,
With Kitty who flew away.
I’ll fly away.
With the birds.
In the park.
In the skies.
Following us on the Staten Island Ferry.
Water in the distance.
Another island, connected and separated and connected and separated.
People move in to snap a shot of lady liberty.
Give us your tired, your poor.
Her words so much larger than anyone in Washington.
Water in the distance, separated and connected with our entire being.
We believe we can float.
Faith carries us.
It floats and flies, zigs and zags.
Riding from this place to that,
Carried by each other.
Our bodies and theirs.
The body of Christ, the Buddha, the hero of a thousand faces,
All of us together, the colossus.
Repair the damage done, says Micah.
See through our differences.
Dance each other home through the darkness.
The good news is now.
Everyone is welcome here.