Courage, my friend

Recovering from a day in jail after our Extinction Rebellion direct action at City Hall yesterday. I’m tired. I’m privileged in so many ways, as an able-bodied white woman, so this is not a “poor me, I just got out of jail” post. My experience with the police the two times I’ve been arrested has … Continue reading Courage, my friend

I can’t help it.

Don’t try to tell me that enlightenment is found on a cushion. Or that I can only find God in a church or temple. Every rally is a communion and fellowship. Every chant is a devotion to something greater than ourselves, to the spirit that connects us in our struggles and joy. Every inspired shout … Continue reading I can’t help it.