Joyful news, I am taking a writing sabbatical

Joyful news, I am taking a writing sabbatical

Some joyful personal news! I’m working with a publisher to write a book on Revolutionary Love, a memoir/manifesto that responds to this moment in history. It’s hard to describe what this means in my life. I took my first book-writing course in college fifteen years ago this semester. It was shortly after 9/11 and starting a life as an activist, I had a sense that the stories I was collecting needed to be heard.

Fast forward, and the stories now fill a treasure chest. After the election, I opened the treasure chest and began to writing a book proposal called “Revolutionary Love: The Call of Our Times.” I finished it on the night of the Inauguration. Like it was an act of survival. The stories showed what I knew to be true — that political tactics alone are not enough; that we need to change the conditions that gave rise to this era of rage, and that requires a new American ethic. When I met my editor, I knew I had found the thought partner to help pair these stories with the rigor of a new idea. But I soon discovered that I could not write this book with my life as it was — a breakneck pace of travel/organizing/mothering, operating solely in crisis-response mode, country and community wounded, my mind in a state of siege. And so Sharat and I decided to do something well, revolutionary. To change our lives. It took a great deal of effort, including wrestling down voices of doubt outside and within. But last week, we packed up suitcases of books, our dog, and our baby and boarded a flight to live with my parents full-time for a true writing sabbatical. My parents happen to live in Costa Rica (!), and so I’m writing to you all from a mountain top in the rain forest, the cicadas singing outside, the ocean roaring below the bluffs.

We are so fortunate. I have taken my first deep breath since the election. We have been here for one week, and at the risk of hyperbole, this move feels like it saved my life and our little family. Sharat will be traveling back and forth to the U.S. to direct, and Kavi will be growing up with us and his grandparents as a little monkey in the rain forest. My team and I will continue to build the Revolutionary Love Project and roll out calls to action in response to this administration’s actions. But our role is clear: We are a movement within the larger movement. And if “love” is going to have a real chance at changing American consciousness and politics, then we need to give it a strong intellectual foundation, tell the stories that ignite hearts and minds, and offer up how to practice it.

Thank you to everyone who made this writing sabbatical possible. We will return to Los Angeles when the manuscript is complete. In the mean time, here are pictures of my husband and father carrying my writing desk up the mountain as Kavi watches! Courage is only possible in community, and we are grateful to all of you who are our community. If any of you are having a hard time breathing and a voice out there is calling to you, I want to share a poem that I randomly opened to today from Mary Oliver:

THE JOURNEY

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice —
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do —
determined to save
the only life that you could save.

#RevolutionaryLove #BreatheAndPush