Yesterday I entered a deeper place of acceptance, which was matched by deeper waves of grief.
I was forced to meditate and nap and get on the mat and walk in the woods in order to have space in my heart to receive the gift of my family on Thanksgiving.
This morning was the first I woke without Trump at the top of my mind.
Instead what comes is my deep appreciation for the community of loss.
The organizations, publications, and artists who offered communion and connection.
The friends and strangers who reached out in pain or despair, and how many followed up with love and thanks.
All those who have made or will make offers of art or healing or community.
We are a strong tribe.
We feel our grief.
We care about the grief of others.
We know what it takes to be whole.