Today is going to feel dark. It’s not only going to feel dark, it’s going to feel scary. The weight of what another 4 years like this and worse could bring, it feels too much to think about. It’s going to feel like we are up to our literal necks in it. Drowning in a blue ocean.
This feeling isn’t going to go away, so let’s not push it away before we’ve fully felt it. In our whole body. Then, let’s breath. If you’re feeling this way, please take a minute away from a screen, and breathe. Breathe and be reminded of this. This is Liverpool; and we do things differently here.
This little pocket of red is ours. A place where we take a decimated shell and turn it into something beautiful. A place that faces the rest of the world, not the rest of the country. A place where Tory politicians are terrified to visit. A place where we bring home trophies, where we celebrate on the streets and a place where we hold our communities tight when disaster happens.
I’m not from here. But Liverpool, you hugged me the day I arrived and now it’s 10 years later. There’s not a place in the country like you. And nowhere that’s better equipped to care for each other. We can’t wave a magic wand. We can’t make this all go away. But we can look around ourselves, in this city, and feel proud.
So let yourself cry, let yourself rage. Let yourself feel it all. But remember to feel that little piece of pride. Because that feeling is strong. This is our incredible home. 🌹