Well. I am safe and secure this morning after another round of shock and trauma in my community.
The apartment right next door to me—we share a landing, the very place where my neighbor died of an overdose two weeks ago, was hit by armed and masked robbers last night. A friend of my landlady was going to spend the night there. I met him coming down the stairs at around 9:45 pm (on my way home from the gym). He had just freed himself from his bonds.
I was reluctant to do so, but he and I woke up Kathryn (landlady) and the police were called.
I was frightened to enter my home for a while, asked a helpful officer to check out my space.
Then decided to surround myself with safe magic and stay here instead of going off to stay at my sister’s. I sealed my doorway with intention and a bit of spit and pee. I saged my home, walking through stating that this is a place of peace. Lit candles.
And took a vow to live my life in committed non-violence.
I am grateful that I do not live in fear today.