If we wrapped those most in need and at risk around us in perpetual love, created safe spaces, gave of our time and resources when we can, and actively resisted by just planting seeds of love, justice, and equity across this desert?

What would it look like if we all, collectively, just quietly resisted through joy, through love, through supporting our own communities?

What if instead of big resistance, I can only focus on fostering love, kindness, and acceptance toward myself and others?

What if it feels like a desolate hellscape of hatred and racism and unfettered fascism?

I think it is so fitting that my first post should include a typo. 🤣🤣