How is it suddenly summer ...

Well almost. And I’ve been quiet. I took a dip, a dive - oh, I won’t gussy it up - a deep and despairing descent immediately and fully toward the end of January of this year. But after all was said and done. Oh wait, not done. Not all said. But just beginning.

I am not a spring chicken so I remember when things began to shift way back when. When I was eligible for a credit card, when I could buy something big all on my own. When Obama was elected President. When being unkind and dismissive and cruel and shaming and openly prejudiced, was truly, and completely, unacceptable. I remember. And I despaired. And no words came.

And then my heart began to flutter again - the intermittent sunshine of April and May helped. And I felt the words. Returning. And I am still horrified and angry, full of rage, in moments, but I can also now see the sky and its clouds and sun and stars and moon. I see my neighbors, I see my city, I see my country and I see what I value and admire most still alive. And getting stronger.

Kindness, unity and courage.

Our voices matter - they are to be honored. And heard. With respect and care. Because when we speak from our hearts, our deepest and most quiet of places, we are then able to hear one another.

With so much love.

Which, I believe, unequivocally, is our true super power.

💜 Cindy

2B in Brooklyn