Voting for ancestors of sacrifice
Voting for those who endured and survived
Voting for those who cannot vote
Voting because justice is a necessity
Voting to honor those who have died

Lifting the blanket
Reveal courage
Uncover sovereignty

The power is in the collective
The power is the clouds, snow, and rainbows

This is a growing moment
This is a transitional state

x = y4 - 45(44 + 46 + 47)
y = 1 oak tree

seagull(s) + z = 1 sea salt wave + pelican(s)
z = 1 ocean breeze

now ≥ 5 wood lilies
past/future < 3 wood lilies

young oak trees > dark crumbling ribbons
mature oak trees > bleak oil paintings

Focus on what you want more than what you do not want
    Replace the darkened heart with a green one
        Invite everyone to the fall farmhouse dinner
            Replace acting through ego with honoring all

Demons exist but they do not have to be in charge of life
    Call on your friends across and of the sea
        Hooded crow clears away hate and fear
            Triple spiral and broom plant shift us

The next 24 hours matter the most
    This statement is true at any point in time
        Visions, invisible to some, restore inspiration
            Call on your asanas to navigate swells and rain
            
Focus on the keys
    They are truth tellers
        Do not over examine
            Send out what you want in return

Yesterday I heard someone say "I howl at the wrong times". I thought, "I'm glad she does. Otherwise, there is too much karmic debt floating around." 

The red-tailed hawk feather was a good omen. It inspired me to draw a vase that can hold all the flowers in the world. Every sunflower, tulip, snapdragon, and so on.

There is no need to feed the darkness. If you want to turn fear into hope, plant a sapling.

We are moving back into an egalitarian era. The hungry ghosts and blue beards will need to find their way. We are moving into an era of less politics and a lot more unforced generosity. I will write more about this later. 

You are part of this galaxy. You are part of this healing. You are part of this rhythm. You are part of this transition. 

Antlers sprout
Blood circulates
Lungs gently fill with sub-alpine fir and grey alder air
Exhale merges with wind Winds through lodge-pole pine forests
To human cities starving for a caribou bath

Patient Ogilvie mountains watch
Caribou drinks from Porcupine River
Soft lines of energy travel
Yukon bows to accept tributary gift
Journey of fast ice
Splashes into Bering Sea
Greets Pacific halibut
King and opilio crab pots sink
Catch, honor, feast

Caribou branches spread
Feel their way
Into the fascia of the earth
Vibrating in our web of voices