A Journal of Resistance | The Exhausted Warrior

Manhattanhenge at 79 Street

It has been a devastating and tragic week, both at a collective and at a personal level.

The news have been dominated by COVID-19 reaching the 100,000 death tolls a few days ago and by another episode of police brutality leading to the horrific death of George Floyd on May 25. While the world seems to slowly heal from the Coronavirus pandemic the US is still extremely far from the path to recovery.

New York City apocalyptic vision continues when protests turn into looting. The once almost empty streets have turned into places of often violet protests since Saturday night. Never like now New York is a "tale of two cities."

At a personal level I am dealing with  the sadness of seeing the failure of all my efforts in reaching a positive outcome. Yet there is a peacefulness and almost sense of accomplishment in the resilience and energy of fighting. My daily movement practice keeps me focused and positive.

Ce n’est qu’un début, continuons le combat

A Journal of Resistance During COVID-19 | Ce n’est qu’un début, continuons le combat

It has been another extremely challenging week. The majority of my time has been devoted to find an attorney to help me to rescue Sun Farm  from greed. Nothing yet. The rude neighbors from 5C continue with their noise disturbance and I filed more 311 complaints.
But my  daily dynamic meditation and spatial awareness continues to give me strength and focus.
I started "The Book of Spirals."

Ce n’est qu’un début, continuons le combat 

A Journal of Resistance During COVID-19 | A Mother's Days Gift

It has been a different mother's day; while still "social distancing" in the COVID-19 epicenter (New York) I was still able to enjoy the beautiful spring day, with a rewarding walk in the Fort Tryon Park.
Zoe gave me an unexpected gift  which made me hope in continuing my fight to save Sun Farm—art in nature as utopia.

Ce n’est qu’un début, continuons le combat 

Sequences from my spatial awareness practice in the icosahedron

A Journal of Resistance During COVID-19 | Light at the End of the Tunnel?

It has been extremely challenging dealing with more bullying—this time coming from a real estate agent hired by my ex-husband.  What kept going through this other horrific experience. besides my moving meditation, was one of the most compelling poems ever written

I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.
He questioned softly why I failed?
"For beauty," I replied.
"And I for truth,--the two are one;
We brethren are," he said.
And so, as kinsmen met a night,
We talked between the rooms.
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.
                     - Emily Dickinson

The day ended with a majestic sunset viewed by the Hudson river waterfront. On my way back the sun was framed by the tunnel underneath the West Side Highway, a reminder that there will be finally light at the end of the darkness of these past years. And viewing the sun also reminded me that saving Sun Farm is important not only for to preserve the value of arts in human life—already an important effort on its own—but also as a statement of resistance against bullying, greed and corruption.