odds are, the chains of life are very similar to the chains that bind us as a community.
what are these chains and how can we be liberated from them?
it's not always easy to look in our closet and actually put a name on the skeletons, but after we do, it's often easier to keep on naming them, point our fingers at them, show them to others and then...close the door, or move down the street.
possibly even more of a radical question is: can they be used as some form of anchor?
a link to where we have been, a part of our story that tells others where we've been?
something maybe others, who are out treading in the waters of life, or might feel themselves drowning in community can find balance and stability, aid or comfort?
because there is still a breathe of creativity in us.
there is still something unseen and unspoken that yearns for true liberation, freedom, and jubilation for what we are.
that is the beauty of our dialogue. that's the beauty of our heritage. that's the beauty of our hope.