Tobi Ayé

There are things happening in the world that do not simply stay “out there.” They enter our bodies, they settle into our nervous systems, our relationships, our sleep, our capacity to imagine a future.

We carry the grief of wars, genocide, rising fascism, colonial violence, forced migration, ecological destruction, borders, racism, political repression, and the fragmentation of our communities. We carry what we witness, we carry what we cannot stop thinking about, and also what we cannot change. And most of the time we carry it alone.

I have been thinking a lot about political as something that lives in our bodies and shapes how we move through the world.

What does it mean to make space for this grief?
What might become possible when we stop asking ourselves to simply keep going? And what happens when we sit with others who are also carrying something, even when what they are grieving is not the same thing we are?

This is the beginning of something I have been wanting to create for a while.

Political Grief: A Year-Long Practice of Collective Witnessing

Starting in November, amonthly gathering to slow down, witness what is present, and explore how we might grow our capacity to stay with what political life asks of us.

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