By Gillian George There are spaces, places, forests and fields, streams and trails, where our masks and shields can be laid down, where the only condition of welcome is presence These havens come in many formssome are labeled “holy” and soft gazes are paired with warm embracesbecause we are wholly human together. Some havens are found beneath a 

by Gíllian George We live in hard times and often we hope for some outside force to come and save us SAVE US Save us from the harshness, the hardness, the fear, the pain, the sorrow, the tyrants who plunder, the friends and family who push us away in their fear whose root lies in our universal lack of control.

by Gillian George I am trans-forming as we speak embracing the feminine mind in this masculine body, growing, changing, and dancing the turning of the years. Transformation and change never cease, even the dead decay and change from the organized dust of humanity to the unorganized dust of soil and elements being reorganized into plants and animals and water and earth.

by Gillian George My tears will fall, will roll down my cheeks as I watch, as I bear witness to the worst humanity has to offer me. I will not be turned away, I will not avert my eyes, I will not stop watching. I will not let them steal my tears. Our tears will fall, will roll down our cheeks…

There are so many things around us trying to distract our focus, to pull us away from the truth of who we are. Before we read the list of names let’s take some time to be present, to prepare ourselves, to breathe. Take a moment to get into a comfortable standing or seated position. Feel the ground beneath your feet. Feel the air flowing around us, connecting us to each other and the cycles of nature.