Early, I began to leave. I began to fly away from the present moment to a past time healing memory or a future possibility. Anyplace, but right here and right now. Early, I learned that the present moment was filled with too many hands, too many smoking mirrors, too many unrealized people, realizing their lack of powerlessness on the powerless. Yes, they took more than they gave and my quiet resistance was to leave the room while I sat in front of you. Yes, I flew away to safe and secret places that only I knew the directions to, because it  made no sense to be grounded and rooted in quick sand.

Human beings with too many hands, killing the planet, ravaging her, taking more than they give and sinking in self-created quick sand. My quiet resistance is to get in my body, to be present to witness and see her on her terms. No is no. Violation of the feminine is one of both taking, but also one of not seeing her divinity. Yes, my healing journey is to embody the safe space, I left to find. I am grounded, rooted, right here on the planet, mobilizing for healing the separation rippling across humanity.