When I was a kid I used to go to protests all the time. My parents were radical activists and protests were our life. The thing is, I used to love them! To my child self they felt like a carnival. A fun place where we would sing and dance and take over the city.
Now, when so many people are getting involved in radical politics, maybe in a bigger way than they ever have before, maybe there is something of the carnival spirit that I felt at protests as a child that can open up the possibilities of feeling for others.
May we find right action and sustainable action. May we be silent enough to listen to our souls and strong enough to do what they ask of us. May we create a world of love and truth that we are proud to leave to our grandchildren. Much love ❤