It’s radical to see the pain in each other’s eyes, to see what haunts and keep loving anyway. If we could love each other better, my god would we be cured of every curse of shame? I think so. We are each other’s resilience. Sometimes compassion is the most radical act. Sometimes it is anger. I think I have felt most radical when I could be angry, and still maintain my tenderness. Still maintain that humanity is really good at heart. Believe that none of us are disposable. I will never throw you away. I don’t care what haunts you, I don’t care what they did to you or how far they convinced you that you were unworthy. We are each other’s belonging. We are the love that makes any of this worth it. Loving for some of us is a radical act. Reaching for connection the way our bodies ache for it, breaking down the lies they told us about ourselves- never stop. Please no matter what, be gentle with yourself. Even if they can’t see your magic, or they are afraid of it. We are the resilience. We are all the green of spring, every bud. This magic is ancient and true. We are the fight and the fury. Never stop fighting. I’m here for you if you’re here for me. Every second you gasp for air while you find your way through the world, I’m here gasping too. Fighting for every inch of joy. For every person who’s thrown me a lifeline: eternal thanks. For every person who refused to see the humanity in me, who hurt you so bad that you had to give me that pain? Stopping the trauma cycle is a radical act. Seeing each other through our sacred growth processes is a radical act. Knowing our boundaries and limits is a radical act that allows us to keep doing this healing work. We are the fabric woven of these threads: belonging, pain, resilience, breath. There’s a butterfly in my throat I didn’t mean to catch. They’ve nested there to remind me what it means to be light and magnificent. Sometimes winter makes people forget.