Even during the coldest seasons, the sun continues to rise, and nature gradually thaws that which has frozen. Ice persists only in the absence of sustained light, pressure and warmth. The challenge is whether we, as stewards of democracy, can maintain these—long enough to dissolve the ICE policies that threaten to freeze democracy’s progress.

In honor of Mother’s Day, this reflection is offered not to a person, but to the Source that holds us all.
For Nature, a love letter—a prayer of gratitude, humility, and belonging. After all, you are the original, the eternal, the universal Mother. And I will always love and cherish you.

Biologic from the womb, by adoption from the heart. A memory of a beautiful dream offered to the universe in hopes that it emerges as a beautiful memory.