You can knock a people down—
close the doors, bend the truth,
send the storm in through every window—
but if the weight inside is right,
if the center holds,
we don’t stay down for long.
There’s something in us—
call it resilience,
call it memory passed down through generations,
call it the echo of justice still reverberating—
that leans us back upright.
Not always fast.
Not always pretty.
But slowly, surely,
we find our footing again.
This is the moment to say thank you.
Not for perfection,
but for participation.
For the ones who saw injustice and refused to turn away.
For the voices that broke silence,
for the feet that showed up,
for the hands that held the line,
and the hearts that remembered what matters
when it would have been easier to forget.
Gratitude not just as a feeling—
but as an acknowledgment of the current we’re riding.
Because the tide is turning,
the balance is shifting,
and something steady at the bottom of us
is pulling us back toward the upright.
And that return—
that rebalancing—
is not just a natural drift.
It’s shaped by generosity.
By the giving of time, of truth, of effort,
of showing up when it counts.
By choosing to rise—not alone,
but together.
We’re not there yet.
But we’re rising.
And for that,
We Become the turning of the tide.
Spiritual Gravity 