I don’t want to fake it. I don’t want to throw confetti and smile from ear to earr and say Happy New Year on auto repeat and so I am not going to fake it for you & you & you.

Instead I am going to admit I want to stamp my feet in outrage at the state of the world at large and for the evil that exists and is creeping out of the bowels of our sewers and onto my skin on a daily basis with every atrocity that spews itself across my mobile screen. I want to wrap my arms around my knees and hide and rock back and forth in a slow rhythmic sway that reminds me of my mother and the nurturing and the love the world needs.

I want to cry for the mamas and the babies and let my tears flow until my eyes are dry and my heart is soaked on their behalf. I don’t want to pick a side, yours, or his, or theirs. I want to cry for humanity as a whole that we can’t see open our tear stained eyes or hear each others Universal heart beat.

I want women and men and genders all to scream and shout a thunderous protest together “No more. Stop the madness.” I want hands and palms and fingers of all colors and nationalities to encircle and hold fast. I want love and not hate to light up the darkness and set the world on fire with faith, light and goodness.

And so I am not going to fake it for you & you & you. Instead I am gonna hit my knees and pray for YOU AND YOU and YOU and Me.

A January kind of feeling…