There is so much love, beauty, compassion, and connection in this world that it comforts, exhilarates, and lifts me.  I’ve seen a multitude of positive changes in my lifetime. I focus there.

I wake this morning, rested and calm, rise and see the decks and yard are wet with mist from fog.  I feed Tiger and Bella, make a cup of coffee and take that first, fragrant sip. Interdependence flows through me as I savor all that is required to partake in that wakening sip.

I read Ilhan Omar’s response to Trump..

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I’ll rise.

-Maya Angelou

Yes, still, like air, we’ll rise, and yet, our nervous system are branched and twined like the roots of a tree.  Mine feel a little shaky this morning. How is anyone allowed to spout hate as he does, and why does he want to?

“Shiver my timbers” by Popeye the Sailor Man comes to mind.  It’s used to express “shock, surprise, or annoyance”. It’s not enough to say my timbers are shaking this morning as I try to balance knowing love, love, love, is the answer and the only way to survive and thrive, and yes, “still, like air”, we rise.