This column really spoke to me. I know there are plenty of my friends who are so ready to fight, resist, activate and push. God bless them. I'm behind them. Like way way behind them. I'm not there. My goal is to try to be a better person. To be kind. To plant seeds of joy and love and return to basics. Friends, family, every person I know or even meet for the first time. A smile. A conversation. A hug when appropriate. And someday, I'll be ready to reactivate. Just not now.

"Now is a time of quiet. A passionate activist friend told me she doesn’t feel very resisty yet, but one thing that characterizes deserts is the stillness, until the wind blows. And, boy, when it blows, it’s like an organ. You can hear its shape and power because everything else is so still. How or when will the wind start up? How could we know? But it always does. Spring is less than two months away — warmth, light, daffodils, life bursting into its most show-offy self.

“Give me those far away in the desert,” Saint Augustine said, “who are thirsty and sigh for the spring of the eternal country.”

"I can tell you this: The resistance will be peaceful, nonviolent, colorful, multigenerational — we older people will march with you, no matter our sore feet and creaky joints. There will be beautiful old music. There will also be the usual haranguing through terrible sound systems, but oh well. Until then, this will be my fight song: left foot, right foot, breathe. Help the poor however you can, plant bulbs right now in the cold rocky soil, and rest."