Continuing with Collage Month.* Sort of.
Prompt #22: Breathe deeply and visualize a place that you love. Send it a Valentine.
It may be trite to say that home is a place I love, but it truly is. What follows is a little bit more of a meditation than a valentine — one that includes ‘home’ as well as intellectual/heart preoccupations that have taken place within its walls. Maybe a valentine is to follow.
I put the photo of the prison work force picking cotton behind the nest as a way of saying that from the comfort of my home (and my white privilege), I’ve been able to delve into the darkest period of our nation’s history — a history that some would say hasn’t really ended because ‘slavery didn’t disappear, it evolved’ — unpaid or barely paid prison work forces who are disproportionately black standing as one piece of evidence.
When I noticed what looks like tufts of cotton in the bird’s nest, I thought, “how appropriate,” offering symbolic testament to how the comforts and ease of my life are facilitated by the color of my skin, purchased with black sweat and suffering.
It is my belief that once you truly internalize this, you cannot help but support reparations. (See the Atlantic Article on sidebar).
Home (below), from this morning.
Prison vs home.
And then, because it came up, here’s an old SoulCollage card about America. You’ll recognize the lead from True Blood.
Not sure you can see, but there is a tear falling down her cheek.
Okay, one more. A less literal more Feeling State card about America.
See also my Flickr album, SoulCollage, and the tags for SoulCollage and collage here on the blog.