We all rise.....

Maya Angelou's death really hit me hard this morning. I love her work, vision and passion. I've heard and seen her poem re: "I rise" many times today.  It's brilliant poetry.  

I am fortunate to know so many people that rise. So here's to her Spirit and to the moms and dads that rise up in the middle of the night to take care of a sick child,   To the students that study all night. To the artists that pick up a brush or clay or glass or thread, even when that voice in their heads says "no way are you an artist".  To the grocery and shop clerks that stand, doing their jobs and are so often ignored.  To those who tirelessly help the poor and those sick of body and spirit

Here's to each of us that rise up each day.