Let’s rise in solidarity.

Frank Howell

Art by: Frank Howell

Each time, I reach for dawn and see the dark behind the still unseen sun, I know. I know there will be moments of blurry understanding. It doesn’t mean I don’t have faith, or hope or love. I have to settle below the horizon of turmoil and learn to trust myself.

I’ll find the words behind the eyes of silence and listen. I’ll hear the wind speak. I’ll reach deeper into the essence of quiet. The solace of hum. The center of real.

In my dreams, I’ll be the clouds, slightly to the left of always and I’ll watch the rain’s rivers flow.

Knowing this turbulent space is an echo of fact versus fiction. Truth has a way of separating slightly above the onslaught of shoulds and shame, accusations and blame, violence and injustices.

Truth rises to the drumbeat of keep going. Listen hard. Rest. Love. Support. Speak-out. Stay quiet. Pray. Bleed the immense heart of one’s call.

We are explicitly intertwined in this menagerie; it is a tapestry of life’s dance. The voices are a stampede gathering at the edges of now. Each new voice is a rise in solidarity. I can hear it in the rush of a hummingbird’s translucent song.

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About Carolyn Riker

A creative explorer using the magic of imagination, surfing the sea of understanding and finding bridges to connect it all.
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