All acts of kindness are lights in the war for justice. - Joy Harjo

I began to follow all of my thoughts and was surprised how many didn't belong to me. And how many had threads to ancestors, relatives, strangers, even plants, elements, and animals.

I release you, my beautiful and terrible fear. I release you. You were my beloved and hate twin, but now, I don't know you as myself

I began choking and kicking, fighting for air. My spirit helper spoke precisely: ‘If you fight water, you drown