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Hello loved ones,


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

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This is a really special week

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because this weekend was the 
Brilliance Remastered Guardian Dead

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Retreat for Ancestor - led, 
community - accountable intellectuals.

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Two of our sacred texts at the Guardian Dead retreat

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

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

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

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was so important she published it twice.

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

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

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on a regular, consistent, sustainable basis.

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So our gift to you this week

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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<i>with the flavour of hay—</i>

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

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

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

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<i>the old bones rose</i>

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes!

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So! Your assignment for this week

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is to remember what side your bread is buttered on,

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what are your regular practices 
to honour your ancestors?

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

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

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if not, no worries.

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And I will share with you the poem that I got

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

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

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The Poem For The Letter G is

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

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

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to my fellow participants 
in the Guardian Dead retreat,

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

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If you are interested in finding out more 
about Brilliance Remastered

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check us out at
alexispauline.com/brillianceremastered/

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

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

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the School of Our Lorde website which is:

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summerofourlorde.wordpress.com

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And until next time, please remember that...

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