I woke up this morning with a quiet heart, who grew heavy when I saw the headlines and reports of more rioting and violence in the United states of America.

The household was quiet—for once I managed to sneak out of the bedroom without waking the cat or the dog (both who can be quite high needs first thing in the morning), made myself a cup of coffee, and sat down on my meditation pillows as I contemplated life and watched night’s ink sky begin to streak with dawn’s silver and gray.

I lit candle. Burned a little juniper. Put my hand on my heart, opened myself to spirit…

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