It feels like excavation. The kind that reveals roots you forgot were there. The old stories beneath the old stories. The places where fear and self abandonment disguised itself as responsibility.

Before last weekend’s No Kings Protest, I started seeing the usual wave of negativity that has continued throughout the week — folks mocking those who showed up, insisting the whole thing was pointless because “we don’t even have kings in the U.S.” And honestly? To me, those comments make it painfully clear how many people still don’t understand why we protest at all — peacefully or otherwise. So I want to share my thoughts from the perspective of...

As I sat with my coffee this morning, listening to my own words, I found myself in tears. Holding the Resonance of Peace in a Time of Dissonance is something that must be practiced daily—no, moment by moment. This is a lesson I have learned thoroughly throughout my life. Have I always had the regulation or the tools to achieve this? NO! Maybe you can find something among these words to act a beacon for you on your path to holding the resonance of peace.