Hello dear reader,

Thank you for inviting me into your inbox. I know there is so much vying for your precious attention and you have a choice in where you direct it. This project is motivated by wanting to be disciplined with my attention and moved by my values on and off the screen.

Maybe, like me, you are feeling the weight of **gestures at everything**. Algorithms (and their profiteers) feed on our heartbreak, our rage, our time. What happens if we starve them of it? What if instead I invite you to my table? We break bread and pass plates of hope and curiosity and honesty. Nobody is hungry. Everyone has enough.

The writers in my life are asking what it means to be a writer in a post-truth era, when reaction is more valued than integrity; when machines steal our thoughts and sell them back to us, costing countless lives to do it. And in truth, I don’t know. What I do know is that my earliest and most enduring calling has been, as a writer, to bear witness to the world, speak truth to power, and dare to shape change.

Even when I look around and see the most horrific, dystopian feverdream, I know another world is possible. I know because I’ve tasted it and walked hand-in-hand with others dreaming it to life. This is a story of how we survive.

So you can expect to hear from me sometimes. I don’t even know the frequency yet. Really, I’m just figuring it out as I go. The future and present demands that we sharpen our ability to do so.

Wild prayers,

Raizel

Unruly Spark