Making space for joyful noise.

And cheering for an optimistic outcome.

We’re all holding our collective breath.

All conversation paths lead to the election. There’s a hazard up ahead, a traffic accident in progress. Do you white knuckle the steering wheel or take the longest route possible to avoid?

I sat on a NYC beach yesterday, stared into the waves, ran sand through my fingers, felt grateful for the crisp late fall bree…