Just before sunrise the next morning, I awoke cradled in carefree joy. The ocean washed away the remaining pandemic residue—the last smatterings of shock and fear released overnight into salt air. The dolphin parade mid-morning melted fourteen months into one deep breath of gratitude. Cleansing, purifying water baptized me. Primordial newness. Infinitely fresh. Always beginning. Romping dolphins played tag. Not it! It.
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Katie Phang’s lesson: “Every single one of us gets a smaller version of Josephine Baker’s choice…to speak up or to stay quiet…. You don’t need permission to be brave.”
dropbox or mailing / register…check polling place / early voting nears