I can’t sleep.
My mind races.
I’m getting up to smoke a fag.
Let the storm pass soon.
On a positive note I’ve had an epic week. He Manawa Whenua conference was on and I got to spend good time with a lot of the world’s brightest and staunchest Indigenous scholars. Seeing them and hearing their words was empowering. I love the company I keep. I love having deeply transformative conversations with like minds. I intensely adore the realness.
I have found a good place to be and grow.
Who was that guy I used to die as all the time? I’m sad for all he had to go through to become me. I loved him for all his trauma and his happy smile.
Time to live for us both!
But I’ll smoke that fag first.