Hello loved ones,

and welcome to week 4 of the School of Our Lorde's,
Audre Lorde Resurrection Sundays.

This is a really special week

because this weekend was the 
Brilliance Remastered Guardian Dead

Retreat for Ancestor - led, 
community - accountable intellectuals.

Two of our sacred texts at the Guardian Dead retreat

were Melvin Dickson's speech
"I'll Be Somewhere Listening For My Name",

and Audre Lorde's poem "To A Girl Who Knew
What Side Her Bread Was Buttered On".

Audre Lorde thought this poem about 
the importance of honouring our ancestors

was so important she published it twice.

This poem is fairy tale answer 
to generations of romantic poets,

and is an emphasis on why we need 
to honour our ancestors

on a regular, consistent, sustainable basis.

So our gift to you this week

is a reading of "To A Girl Who Knew What Side Her Bread Was Buttered On"

along with the Guardian Dead participants enacting their postures of reverence to their own ancestors.

What it looks like for them to butter scones 
to nurture their ancestral relationships.

"<i>To A Girl Who Knew
What Side Her Bread Was Buttered On</i>.

<i>He, through the eyes of the first marauder</i>

<i>saw her, catch of bright thunder,</i>

<i>heaping tea and bread for her guardian dead</i>

<i>crunching the nut-dry words they said</i>

<i>and, thinking the bones were sleeping,</i>

<i>he broke through the muffled afternoon</i>

<i>calling an end to their ritual's tune</i>

<i>with lightning-like disorder:</i>

<i>'Leave the bones, Love!</i>

<i>Come away from these summer breads</i>

<i>with the flavour of hay—</i>

<i>your guards can watch the shards of <b>our </b>catch</i>

<i>warming <b>our</b> bones on some winter's day!'</i>

<i>Like an ocean of straws</i>

<i>the old bones rose</i>

<i>Feeling the lightning's second death;</i>

<i>there was little time to wonder</i>

<i>at the silence of bright thunder</i>

<i>as, with a smile of pity and stealth,</i>

<i>she buttered fresh scones for her guardian bones</i>

<i>and they trampled him into the earth.</i>"

Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes!

So! Your assignment for this week

is to remember what side your bread is buttered on,

what are your regular practices 
to honour your ancestors?

What are the tempting distractions that come along 
trying to drag you away from them?

If you want to write about that in the comments, 
you can;

if not, no worries.

And I will share with you the poem that I got

in our To A Girl Who Knew What Side Her Bread Is Buttered On oracle,

which is A Poem For The Letter G 
___<u>[cannot hear this part]</u>___

The Poem For The Letter G is

<i>girl, guardian, guards, guardians.</i>

And I dedicate this week's video with so much love

to my fellow participants 
in the Guardian Dead retreat,

and my brilliant co-facilitator
brother doctor Eric Darnell Pritchard.

If you are interested in finding out more 
about Brilliance Remastered

check us out at
alexispauline.com/brillianceremastered/

And if you would like to have some one on one time,

explore more of the videos from other weeks,
or get your own oracle poem, go to:

the School of Our Lorde website which is:

summerofourlorde.wordpress.com

And until next time, please remember that...

[ <i>GROUP SPEAKS</i> ] We are who we are,
doing what we came to do.