These past few days have been terrible and wonderful. I won't talk right now about the terrible things - although I do plan to keep on protesting until evil has been undone. One thing I've learned over the years is that love can inspire action, love can guide action, love should always be at the heart of all things - but only if it is not a passive thing. It must be given a voice, it must be shaped by hands, made into a dance, storified, tweeted, marched. Sometimes love turns over tables, tears down walls, and says no. Sometimes too it is quiet and comforting, holding the warm space at home.
We need all possible kinds of love.
Today I want to share the wonderful, the love.
Sharon Blackie invokes the Cailleach in her appeal to re-remember women's stories told with women's voices.
The NZ Green Party, my own political party, will not smile and politely accept hate.
Neither will Nicola Sturgeon.
A time for refusal : don't become a rhinoceros.
More than three and a half million have signed this petition to the Electoral College.
Fall : a poem by Melissa Wiley.
The Last Harvest of the World : a story by Sylvia Linsteadt.
Thoughts for the tender-hearted by Hillary Rain.
A beautiful, sad Praise Song.
The healing crisis by Asia Suler.
I hope you have a wonderful, loved day.