Our choices have made us curators:
My sister, a curator of books. Quality content of reliable sources and impecable taste. Preparing the children for the monsters of the world from the safety of their home and loving parents arms. Reminding children there is beauty in our history, our backyard, our friends and family regardless of how twisted the world becomes. Creating readers, thinkers, debaters, changing the universe around them for a moment or a lifetime all from a very careful selection of books. A labor of love and appreciation for both the written art and the people who give it their time. Food for the mind and soul.
My brother, a curator of music. Quality songs of renowned and often unseen or underappreciated sources, hidden from the masses, but composed of complex and intricate sounds or simple yet heartfelt melodies. Every tune embracing and relating to the exact emotion you're in, relieving the burden of feeling your feelings alone and providing you with an opportunity to either sob and dance, to process your emotions, be them thunderstorms or cloud 9, through the pluck of a cord, the beat of a drum. Food the heart and soul.
Me, a curator of English speaking people. Quality English from humble and interesting sources, ranging from poor to rich, common or vip, everyday people to diplomats. People who've embraced a different language, a different culture, an entirely different identify while facing the pushback from their own language, culture and people just for deciding not to settle with what they were born into. Also people who are ready and willing to connect. People who can AND WILL befriend nations, plural, with empathy, curiosity, kindness and maturity. Food the mind and heart.
All of us curators
All of us curating
All of us curing what we didn't bruise,
Bring hope where some had none.
All of us intentionally existing, unknowningly influencing those around us, changing their lives for the better, one tiny step at a time.
What are you curating?
