Yesterday I attended a protest/vigil in Marin County.  We gathered at the Veteran’s Auditorium, and walked in a long and winding line around and through the Civic Center leaving flowers in front of the sheriff’s office and next to photos and names of the 33 people killed by ICE.  Our sheriff’s office cooperates with ICE and we want ICE out of Marin.  We were told to wear black, and bring a flower and did, so it was a sober line that stretched before and behind me.  Six coffins had been made of cardboard and painted black and covered with flowers were carried along the route.  It was a sober and quiet group.  The event began with twelve minutes of speeches, most of that a prayer, so we began walking after saying Amen.  Volunteers carried recorders repeating the names of the 33 people killed.  Tears come enough now as I feel the immensity of the event, the power of people gathering to silently speak for empathy, morality, and Truth.

I’m awake now, up in the night.  I’ve been sitting outside with the stars and a sky streaked with light wondering, receiving, embracing what might be as we come to Peace and walk with others in quiet and love.