Hi CB,
Thought I'd reply over here to your story about work. I'm really sorry that jealousy and racism are poisoning the place where you've been so happy. It's not right.
I admire you a lot for not backing down...and I hope that you will speak honestly and naturally whenever it goes too far. You can't be made responsible for her pain, her feeling of being overlooked or sidelined or exploited. You are not the Big Gringa Enemy.
I love this poem, it's for you --and everyone here--today.
Wild Geese
by Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
lots of love,
Hops