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Wednesday, November 22, 2023

New suns and the work of restore.

Expensive Hearts,

This season, Kim and Mary dreamed up a brand new speculative fiction workshop for and by BIPOC (see the P.S. under for extra on this time period), known as New Suns.

The title “New Suns” comes from a quote by the legendary Octavia Butler, who wrote:

“There’s nothing new below the solar,
however there are new suns.”

This obtained me eager about the magic and limits of tales.

For all its gorgeous magnificence, this world of ours is pulsing with damage. Possibly it at all times has been. Someway it’s felt tougher than ever this yr, the hole between what I can management (so little) and what I need for us (a lot), yawning and massive.

However then we now have tales. Lovely, unattainable tales. They’re the bricks that make our imaginations seen, that permit us climb as excessive as another person has gone, and add one other layer. They’re the structure of every era’s beliefs and limitations. It’s as much as us to go away a wider, extra compassionate anthology than the one we got.

Tales have failed us all in moments.

I bear in mind the summer season I turned 25, falling in love with a lady for the primary time, my coronary heart a blooming tangle of worry and dizzy love. I took a storytelling course in an outdated church in downtown Toronto, and sooner or later we had a tour of the library archives. I bear in mind the librarian bringing out an enormous guide the place, she stated, we may discover a itemizing of each people story ever written.

This declare appears each audacious and problematic to me as we speak, however on the time, I used to be enchanted. Lastly, I’d be capable to discover a story that would maintain the summer season I used to be dwelling by way of.

Hours later, tears and anger twisted in my throat as I closed the guide. I had tried each time period, learn each love story. There wasn’t a single point out of queer love. My classmates checked out me blankly, eyebrows raised. “Folks have been falling in love with all genders forever,” I managed. “Who erased us?”

That evening, I waited till my neighbourhood was very darkish, and I tiptoed into the lane I may see from my bed room window with a field of chalk. Then I wrote, in enormous blocky letters YOU ARE NOT ALONE on the asphalt, tears mixing with pastel mud within the delicate streetlight.

On the time, I couldn’t have advised you why I used to be on the market, however I can see it now. I used to be writing what I wanted to learn. I used to be wrestling my summer season again into language.

Phrases belong to all of us.

We are able to scribble the issues we didn’t get to say. We are able to write the tales we didn’t get to listen to. We are able to make our personal mythologies, paint new suns into the sky and sketch out plans for brand new cities that the subsequent generations will discover themselves in.

We’re in cost. You’re in cost. There may be a lot that also must be written.

If you wish to construct issues with phrases, I hope you’ll bear in mind we’re right here for you.

Mark Nepo wrote, “The work of repairing the world is infinite and delightful.”

I’ll meet you there.

In it with you,

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