Before rising I heard the eastward morning sun. Melting the last deep April snow into rivers. What a bit of light can do to make the heaviness of days past dance... #light #spring #change © Elizabeth McLaughlin

We spend so much time screaming across imaginary lines. So consumed by emotions and ideals that we cannot get out of our own way to do the difficult work that must be done. We have fallen prey to a cycle of distrust and disease. The weight of the world seems to rest on our shoulders. It feels impossible to stop the sea and our blood from boiling. But we can change. Everything. There is enough love and enough passion in each of us to build a new world. You just have to get out

The day I was born I fought back. Crammed up as high as I could go with my back against the light. I wonder if I knew then. But in the world came to collect me, metal on flesh And they pulled me out in spite of myself. My mother tells me that I refused to open my eyes for weeks. I just kept my face and my fists scrunched up, blocking out the glare. I wonder if I knew then... that as soon as I let the world in, it would start the gruesome work of dissembling me. Putting me bac