It took me two days before I could sit and watch the coverage of Haiti. I took it in by listening to the tv while my hands were either stitching, cooking, typing, ironing. For the first 2 days of the tragedy I had to read the news online. Sometimes the visual viewing is too much too soon and confuses my spirit...its like I have to seperate the words from the images in order for my mind to begin to merge the reality of the moment. Digesting collective tragedies opens up the door for all tragedies that have preceded and that will come and time seems ever more circular and convoluted.
Even though I was in both the studio and the workshop and kept myself occupied, my spirit was detached. Has this been your experience also? I was helped by spending some time with my Mama yesterday at a NCNW (National Council of Negro Women) Breakfast in honor of Martin Luther King, Jr. There is some type of healing balm when folk gather together in good spirit.