“Frage” is not a typo.

I’m pretty sure it was coined by Nadia Boltz Weber, spiritual justice warrior extraordinaire. Thank you Nadia, for handing us a word that we need right now. So many of us are frightened and enraged. Not sure that’s a great combination. It causes harm or it tends to encourage withdrawal, and what we need more than ever right now is a movement towards one another, and that feels virtually impossible given the present circumstances.

So we grapple and grope through the dark, and maybe the best we can do is grasp hands and realize that each of us is uncertain about how to map the future. As a woman I feel like the country is saying to me, “You cannot be trusted with even the most intimate choices about your body. Here. Let me make them for you.” It’s really difficult to swallow. We said last week and say again here: Now is the time for action. To stand for something that is just and good and loving. Something that restores people’s dignity and humanity.

Now is also the time to grieve and gnash our teeth. Because in not too many tomorrow’s the world will need that grief to become something else that is more creative and whole making. At the root of grief is, I believe, a longing for union. We don’t exactly have a lot of answers as to how to feel hopeful, but we are working to honestly name the feelings that arise in lieu of the realities in front of us.

Thanks for listening.