May the weariness aching in your bones, borne of grief, loss and isolation, find you arriving at last, in blessed rest, restoring, healing and fortifying you for the months ahead.
May the longing that grips your Being, flow through and express this ache in subversive poetry, songs of lament, hope and transformation, lovely snacks, and ecstatic movement.
May the rage that rises against the fucking machine that values productivity over people inspire you to build collaborative community that shows up where systems have failed to provide basic essentials/encouragement/any meaningful means of support.
May this rage land in rejoicing.
May the vision of the beloved community take a firm hold on your heart, your heart tender and broken wide open by the suffering of these times, to embrace the radically sound notion that all Beings have access to essential resources to thrive, freely and safely navigate in their body as they show up in these bodies and live in peace.
So be it.