Sitting there beside him, as the music swelled and flowed, I could feel all of it rising. Every version of me that carried him through…

You are not behind. You are not lost. You are in the cycle. And just like the earth beneath your feet, something within you is alre

Standing up is not hate. It is the most profound act of love there is. It is what inspires me to protect my children and the generations to come. They are entering a world that is nearly impossible to exist in; financially, environmentally, socially, spiritually. A world where this war is finally, undeniably, coming to a head. And my heart breaks for what they are inheriting.

Some of them - not all, but some - reach a place where the suffering becomes so complete, so total, that something in them finally surrenders. I watched this happen with my own father in the final days leading up to his death.