Sometimes the most radical, rebellious, beautiful thing you can do is to love. Love who you are. Love your life. Love those around you. Love your family. Love your neighbors. Love your community. Love your village. Love. It is the sweet nourishment that heals wounds. The balm that soothes aches. The medicine that mends pains. The tender voice that says, I'm not going anywhere, no matter what. The voice that says, you are enough. The fertile soil that life grows from. The fresh water that nourishes the weary soul. The hand that holds warmly. The arms that embrace. The heart that seeks connection over perfection.