I went with a friend to Tam Junction near my home.  There were 450-500 of us standing at the freeway exit, so we were seeing people close-up in their cars, coming from north and south.  It was an amazing experience, a cacophony of horns honking and people waving and smiling.  Traffic was slow so there were literal thank you’s as windows rolled down and children and adults smiled and cheered.  Dogs were very interested and supportive. Tears come now as I contemplate the feeling of a unity that unintentionally, and in greed, Trump and his cronies have created.  

My friend and I both took naps when we returned to our homes.  It was a great deal to absorb, so beautiful and freeing to stand with a group of people and sing, “This land is your land, this land is my land.”  Yes, this land is our land. No Kings since 1776.

Now, rested, I open a book, The Creative Act: A Way of Being by Rick Rubin.  

“The universe is only as large as our perception of it. When we cultivate our awareness, we are expanding the universe.

This expands the scope, not just of the material at our disposal to create form, but of the life we get to live.”