I wrote this in November 2023… but tonight I’m coming back to it. My brain is filled with many many thoughts… and a lot of them are about Palestine.

I am political, that won’t change. I tried to stop …for years I shut it off… but I can’t. I don’t want to. My children fuel a lot of my feelings, and I don’t always create or consume the way I’d like, but ultimately, I can’t separate parenting and politics, and if you’re reading this, you’re likely a human who feels the same.

I walked in the rain

And the thunder

Reminded me of the bombs

I’ve heard on my phone

I closed my eyes

And asked the universe

For a little more strength

To witness this intense world

I sent up a prayer

And expressed my gratitude to the trees

And the thunder boomed

While I thought of the families

Not under joyful rain

Under dust and rubble again

I’m flitting between hopeless and numb, and rage-filled. Mostly I’m also trying to get through the days… we’ve got a few left here, and a few left of writing. It’s intense and rollercoaster-ish… hard and beautiful.

If you’re feeling the same, solidarity. I see you.

Thanks for reading,

With love, Rohana x