I’ve been feeling impotent in what I can do to effectively, practically, support Black Lives Matters and add my outrage to the groundswell of change. I don’t have an audience, so amplifying black voices in my stories feels – futile. I continue to pull up family and friends when casual racism is dropped – and expect and hope to be pulled up myself too when I fail.

What I could do is get up to greet the sunrise, as electrifying as a first date. And make an altar to the sun and ask for guidance. For strong leaders. For the incineration of the old systems that hold black people in oppression. To illuminate the path of the righteous.

I asked for it to burn away the fears of those so determinedly clinging past prejudices. To strengthen and protect those taking power. To give energy for the ongoing fight. To bring health to societal systems.