The problem with the politics of reconciliation, it seems, is that we all too often begin with the expectation of too much. We should nurture a politics of an expectation of enough. For and by whom, uncertain, and necessarily so.
The flight in from toronto island, a drift of cloud and water, accented by colours outside the spectrum of normal vision as we hovered precipitously between lakes huron and superior, a blast of oranges and reds that exceeded senses.
The first arrivals from the west coast, meeting downtown to dine and connect, a leaking out of thoughts and sensations, on what we do here, and how we can possibly proceed. Not the first day, but the eve. We pause and reflect, and think of where to begin.
This post was written by Ashok