Power to the people. Power to the people. Power to the people. And forever the people will have the power. Repeat that mantra twice.

Last week, I had my first Nordic skiing experience. And before you ask — yes, cold, snow, and wearing a lot of layers is not usually me! But, for my miel, I made an exception.

What I thought Nordic skiing was (a gentle cross-country glide) versus what it actually is confirmed one thing: I’ll gladly stick to tubing and snowshoeing. :)

Firstly, congratulations to the Seahawks for Sunday’s win!

Last week was a deliciously busy one—celebrating joy, love, and resilience. We witnessed the fabulous songbird Durand Bernarr take home their first Grammy. We spent a poetic night listening to the melodic, truth-telling words of Aja Monet. And we can’t forget the colorful, symbolic performance of Benito—aka Bad Bunny—reminding us that art, culture, and identity are inseparable.

Black History Month is feeling very different to me this year. I can feel an ancestral rage & joy.  Reflection & curiosity, how did my grandparents and their families deal with similar current events of their time? And the spiritual acceptance that this country is fulfilling its prophecy.

The past weeks have felt heavy. Across the country — and especially in Minneapolis — recent events have stirred grief, fear, rage and deep concern. Alex Peretti, Renee Nicole Good, Keith Porter Jr., and the names that didn't make it to mainstream media, whose lives deserve to be acknowledged as more than moments in the news. We’ve also been holding the of Liam Conejo Ramos, a 5-year-old whose experience has deeply moved many — a reminder of how tender and vulnerable life is, especially for our children.