I would not be the person I am today had I not worked at Third Root (as a volunteer first then as employee) for two and half years in my early twenties — in so so so very many ways. My body healed, my heart healed, my feelings about (not) belonging healed. My connection to lineages of justice and resistance and earth medicine and spirituality and care work were formed and deepened at Third Root. I learned how to truly *see* someone, to truly hear them and meet them, from observing how third root practitioners saw and heard and met their clients, and how they saw and heard and met me. Third Root also taught me about the messiness of multiracial, cross-class collective work, and gave me glimpses about how to hold contradiction and nuance through conflict, how to never lose touch with each other’s and our own humanity. I could go on and on! Thank you to everyone who ever passed through those doors; each person made Third Root the space we have come to know and trust and love. I love you all!
