This is me.

This is me coming out of the Cave of Confusion where I’ve been seeking words.

This is me feeling this from you, too.

This is me feeling the three cycles colliding as never before: the Cycle of Human Conflict, the Cycle of Climate Change, the Cycle of the Economy. (Thank you, Greg Braden and your Missing Pieces wisdom)

This is me, my heart broken wide open on Inauguration Day when the LGBTQ and Climate change pages were removed from the White House website even as the event was taking place.

This is me thinking this t-shirt is HILARIOUS: This pussy grabs back. Or this one: Is my ass too big for my country?

This is me loving this Facebook post: Why do I still have to protest this shit?! (Thanks, Meredith, for the two-steps back insight.)

This is me feeling like belting I AM WOMAN at the top of my fucking lungs. (Thanks, Helen Reddy.)

This is me saying fucking because it’s warranted here.

This is me wanting to boot stomp someone. (Thanks, Lois, for taking your family to the DC March. Thanks, Yols, for marching in LA and for running for Congress).

This is me sitting on my meditation pillow, shining love and light all over this world, and knowing you are out there doing that in your way as well. I feel you.

This is me watching marchers march all over and loving the involvement of my global family as they stand up for human rights.

This is me sitting on the shore of change and taking comfort in the ever-consistent rhythms of the waves.

This is me knowing that the Creator is in all things and that there is always good to be found. Always.

This is me wanting to be a mermaid now and jump way down under the sea to a land of peace, and love, and harmony.

This is me ready to use my gifts to serve this planet and create a world that works for everybody until I die.

This is me surfing the wave.

This is me in love with my global family–even the difficult relatives.

This is me remembering that Harry Potter is only a boring school boy without a Voldemort. (Thanks, Liz Gilbert, for reminding me. Thanks, Pammo, for gently slipping that into my messenger, my graceful friend.)

This is me knowing that I am looking through a peephole at such a small perspective of a larger plan.

This is me knowing that the diamond has to endure harsh conditions before it can shine.

This is me knowing I live in the Diamond.

This is me holding deep gratitude that my God is big enough to hold all this.

This is me eagerly awaiting (praying!) to be pleasantly surprised. I love surprises!

This is me so ready to collaborate and get it done for the sake of ALL.

This is me loving you in your diversity, whatever that looks like, for it’s what makes the world beautiful and interesting.

This is me knowing some people are too afraid to believe that.

This is me grateful to be here on this earth right now, feet in the sand, no matter what.

This is me.