How will you tend your patch of the garden?
Some will speak out, some will hold hands.
Some will march.
Some will run for office.
Some will sing, some will cry.
Some will get divorced, some will choose to stay and try harder.
Some will write poetry and some will write letters to the editor.
Some will choose to get educated. Some will choose to listen more.
Some will make eye contact and some will choose to say sorry.
Some will paint and some will dance.
Some will pass laws and some will be still.
Some will donate and some will volunteer.
Some will hug their children and some will kneel down to their level to allow those little voices to be heard too.
Some will forgive another and some will forgive themselves.
Whatever it is, however you tend to your patch of the garden, let it be done with always, only love.
As I sit here in the space of our planet. I can feel you, I am you and you are me.
I will sit in ceremony and I will pray. I will light candles in your honor.
Yes Mr. Trump, in your honor.
Yes fellow women, in your honor,
Yes fellow men, in your honor.
Yes, fellow Muslims, in your honor. Christians, Catholics, Buddhists, Native, Atheist, Agnostic and all beliefs, in your honor.
Yes fellow trans, gay, bisexual, and all the curious beautiful colors of the rainbow, in your honor.
Yes, veterans, in your honor. Survivors, in your honor.
Yes, Republicans and Democrats and Green and Independent, in your honor.
Yes brown, black, yellow, red, furry, fluffy, scaled and winged in your honor. All the brilliant shades of the spectrum on this earth, in your honor.
Yes air, water, fire and earth, in your honor.
Divine Feminine, Divine Masculine, the Cosmos, in your honor.
We are all made of the same stuff, we are of the stars.
There is only one of us here so I will light these candles, this incense and I will pray for myself and I will pray for you. All of you.
Because all of you, is all of me.