Lately, I have been writing more about “we” than about myself. I often replace the words “me” and “my” with “our”—our search, our future, our world, our fear, our hesitation, our powerlessness, our spirits. My “we” is not secluded but airy and warm. I feel contained in it. It is like an inviting space that I both create and enter. Soft as a supplication, something weaves there, like a waiting for solace that cannot be asked for directly. When I write “we,” my heart feels that where others can be, it wants to be too.
Something has become quiet, has sat down, is no longer making a fuss—and suddenly realizes: “we” is a sacred space. Without walls and without oppression. “We” is built on care and the ability to experience others as oneself. “We” contains multitudes and variation. “We” is love that has become conscious, in which all creation is contained. Are we love that has become conscious, in which all creation is contained? That is far too big for me to bear alone.
Translation Laura Liska
Image Group dances at the 2025 Agricultural Conference. Photo: Xue Li
