Somebody has been writing these two words all over town. On the back of sign posts, on random bits of pavement, metal trash cans, traffic cones. I love the idea of somebody sneaking out at night with the intention of spreading this particular message during this particular time of division and fear. An act of rebellious inclusivity.
As the 2020 American presidential election looms, I am reminded that words matter. Ideas matter. As any kind of writer, you get to choose your words. You get to choose what you put down on the page, whether anyone else reads the work or not.
I choose to write from a place of heart, a place of inclusivity. In my own small way, it’s all I can do.