Listen to owl and rain. See stone and cloud. Smell rosemary and salt air. Taste tangy and tart. Touch human skin and tree bark. Everything exists in relationship—our mother, Earth, wraps everything into her fabric’s folds. Only this mother, every moment, for All. One common denominator—nothing outside the equation.
Read MoreIt must have been hard for my father to dash my eight-year-old dreams, his voice quivery as he assured me that I would not grow up to play second base for the Yankees. He replaced (or tried) my bat and glove with a tennis racquet, and we set out together to hit another kind of ball. But I still have my glove just in case. I'm a baseball fan.
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finish line in sight / excitement for the future / keep pushing forward....
nine long trauma years / Kamala Harris rising / joy repairs our hearts