A Call to Witness:

Grief, Joy, and Our Stories in Motion

Help us fund a living pilgrimage to the sites of grief and erasure—so we can co-create space for what still lives.

Right now, the Smithsonian and other institutions are beginning to remove historical context related to race and gender (read: Black folk and transgender women) exhibits. 

It’s not just an update—it’s a violent erasure. And we feel called to move toward it.

Not to protest. Not to perform. But to witness. To gather. To metabolize. To bring the flowers while we’re still here.

This journey seeks to honor and document the diverse stories within our communities, including those of Black, queer, and trans folk, whose experiences are integral to our collective narrative.

This is part of our larger grief and joy work—an embodied, intentional offering we’re shaping through live events, shared writing, and recorded reflections. We’re calling this season What I Let Live, and this pilgrimage to D.C. is one of its first acts.

We’re asking our community to help us fund this journey.

$ 100

will allow us to travel, rest, write, reflect, and return with offerings for the collective.

This work is sacred. It’s not a project. It’s a practice.

If you’ve ever felt the potency of grief in your chest or the wild breath of joy break through your mourning, this offering is for you too.

Support the Journey:

* We can provide any type of receipt that would be beneficial for your tax purposes. Also, if you prefer to donate through a different method, please email us at we@bringingflowers.org. Thank you.

What Your Support Makes Possible

  • Travel and accommodations for two joy and grief educators
    (Thea and Akilah)
  • Time to rest, write, and record reflections around this practice
  • Resources to share public and private stories with you over the Summer and Autumn of 2025
  • Interview stipends for folks directly involved or impacted by this mandate
  • Space to co-create grief literacy rooted in community care and joy-centrism

We bring the flowers now, not just to remember—but to tend what still lives.