a note from Tu Bears – A rumbling below the surface, cosmic seeds and rays of hope crack open rupturing seams of welded metal doors. It is a season of renewing, restoring, and reawakening our faithful alliances around the earth. We are here to bring forward every sparkling bangle strung together, rattle them, twist and turn them, and bequeath them with ceremonial intention. It is ours to claim poetic bones and to own our muddy flesh. For those of us who still remain, we must demand our sculpting fingers to create peaceful gatherings, and command our dirty feet to dance and stomp the ground. The time has come for us give rise to the fire that lives within each of us. Rise up, now and sing out our most sincere integrity, bled if we must, yet stand strong and persevere. We were born with purpose.