we are born under the stars,
me when the sun beamed light from the Taurus constellation,
and the moon's waning light from Capricorn.

A lineage, threaded from Morocco, weaving Jewish mystics from Spain, braiding with a diaspora of Lithuanian and Polish families who fled persecution and found community in Zimbabwe and South Africa …conceding our languages for the armor of colonial ways.

Today we keep the ritual of afternoon tea, and unthread the righteousness of 'properness.'

The anger that motivates our fight for justice is in fact grief. Grieving the loss of languages, and expression.

Our wrath honors our grief and the grief of our ancestors. We love that our senses take data of the world around us before our cognitive mind does. We love to explore the collective consciousness that exists between what is, and what is possible.

There is no land that we do not share.
Our home is under the stars.