rituals of remembrance are holy—remembering is resistance in this world of fast forgetting, where we have to fight for our lives, our names, our bodies, our loves. we need to remember each other, and remember our beloved dead—our dear ones, our sisters, our lovers, our teachers, our kin. but more than remember i want us to savor each other. to reach for each other, alive and enlivening. to remember how delight is our birthright, too. how dreams they write off as impossible are etched in the marrow of our bones. how their deadly violence still and won’t and can’t keep us from dancing. how every day and way that we delight in each other is worth remembering, too, because it is divine, how we delight in our aliveness, delight in the worlds we are crafting, delight in the love we are making, patterning new rhythms of home together. and so we remember the forces that keep us alive—forces of mutual aid and abolition, harm reduction and trans care—forces we can and are enfleshing, so that we can have lifetimes upon lifetimes to savor each other.
anna blaedel