peace offering

What a week we’ve survived. Between falling back into darkness with little hope for our bodies to adjust and a tumultuous election day, ignoring the anxiety people have feels callous on my part. Wednesday morning I awoke to a beautiful, quiet blanket of white powder as if the Universe sent me a personal message that peace can exist amongst turmoil. Inner rage, heartbreak, and bile at the back of my throat. It’s a message worthy of action. The luck, fortune, rights, and opportunity to keep and protect for all Americans.