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What If, Instead Of Being Afraid Of Even Talking About Death, We Saw Our Lives In Some Ways As Preparation For It. What If We Were Taught To Ponder It And Reflect On It And Talk About It And Enter It And Rehearse It And Try It On?what If, Rather Than Being Cast Out And Defined By Some Terminal Category, You Were Identified As Someone In The Middle Of A Transformation That Could Deepen Your Soul, Open Your Heart, And All The While-even If And Particularly When You Were Dying-you Would Be Supported By And Be Part Of A Community?

There Is A Beautiful Expression In Nicaragua: "struggle Is The Highest Form Of Song". I Love That. We Are In The Struggle. It's Like A River. Once You Step Into It You Become The River. It's Not, You Go Out And Click On A Couple Of Charities That You Believe In, March In The Women's March, And You're Done. Struggle Becomes Your Life, Transforming A Paradigm That Is Based On Domination Into A Paradigm Of Co-operation. Fighting For The Liberation Of Women, Of People Of Color, Of Indigenous People, Of Lgbtq Communities. Fighting To Protect Immigrants And Assuring The Safety Of Refugees.

I Think To Be Cut Off From Your Heart Is The Greatest Tyranny In The World.

Some Days I Would Get So Exhausted, Nauseous, In Pain - Just From Going Back Through Things. It's Almost As If I Had The Experience And Then The Meta-experience.

There Is A Global Epidemic Where One Out Of Three Women Will Be Beaten Or Sexually Assaulted In Their Lifetimes? How Are We Going To Build A Future Of Love And Connection? And Why Would This Not Be Of Utmost Concern To Men?