That each of us might not only rise up together, but lift each other up. This way we all rise. And what does it mean to lift each other up? Not only a helping hand when one of us falls. Or a stand against each one raises a hand against another. But two hands clapping each one’s gifts. Helping each one find the gems within them. The gifts that we each have. Often left uncut, in the dark, for not having been seen. That is where wounds that lead to violence fester. In the dark, in the forgotten or stolen light of of a person’s soul. Acknowledging each one’s beauty, each one’s birthright – never wrong. This will lead to the revolution that will end violence. A violence done both to ourselves and each other. A violence of believing we are less than our true worth. Once felt within, then inflicted without. So, my revolution is a revolution of seeing and listening to the gift of the other. A commitment to the ‘lift’ of each other. A revolution of finding and revealing what we each came here to do and to share – with each other, each and all as children of earth. Rumi once wrote, ‘I, you, he, she, we./In the garden of heavenly lovers,/ these are not distinctions.’ The revolution is not against. The revolution is for. For each. For all. For Love.,,, And that garden, our Earth, subjected to the violence done to her by our own self-hatred, still waits for us to cherish her gifts. And so seen, she is ready to lift us all.