I didn’t realise how much tension I was holding in my body until I got the news.

So being with uncertainty, really, truly learning how to be with uncertainty, is kind of like a spell we can cast. First on ourselves and then on each other.

Dappled light dances across the forest floor, golden yellow leaves carpeting dark, cool, wet mud, pungent in my nose.

We struggle to evolve, to catch up with the pace of change, and yet, and yet, something is happening. It’s happening all around us.

In a world where things are so unapologetically out of balance, there is still an ok-ness that can be felt here and now.

If the pandemic is here to teach us anything it is that everything is connected.

The beauty and sheer genius that is forged out of adversity is beyond words.

There is no future where I am going to arrive ready to be best utilized.

There was only one government for the whole world and it was run by The Squad.

I double over and for a good long time I stop breathing, the contraction in my chest is so strong. And then I sob and sob.

She herself was guided and in opening to what guided her she also became a guide.

What is at the heart of these movements is love, and joy, and liberation. And what unites them is the struggle to be fully seen as human, fully recognised as equally deserving of all the good things, and fully free.

There is so much love in the air you can almost taste it.

I want our discourse to privilege the body as much as the mind, and the deep, intimate connection between the two.

Because we all need to try to understand right now.

It occurs to me that the Buddha was the first Black Lives Matter activist.

In that examination we begin to interrupt the programme. The way we’ve been programmed. How we have all been programmed.

In order to imagine a world without statues first we must imagine a world without dominance. Then we can dream of how we celebrate the ones who will build that world.

We reach the wildflower meadow and it is indeed spellbinding not just in its beauty but the smell, sweet and summery.

Of course, this is a high ideal and I confess that I have often fallen off my seat. Sometimes so hard that it takes me days to heal and even longer to crawl my way back onto it.