We need to care for ourselves, deeply.

We need to see through and beyond the havoc in front of us, even if only by a millimeter.

To usher in the possibility of light, of hope, of wonder, in droves.

Like water to parched soil, we need art, inspiration, and levity more than ever.

To be kind to ourselves. Gentle. To remember to laugh.

To see the truth, which is illuminated by love.

Without such things, we’ll be buried in rage, anger, and left ineffective in our attempts for change.

Without such things, we’ll be no better than those that aim to squash our lights for all to see.