During the Montgomery Bus Boycott, an elder by the name of Mother Pollard was asked after several weeks of walking to her destinations rather than take the bus, if she was tired, to which she said, “My feets is tired, but my soul is rested.” I want to get to a point when this true again. “My soul is rested.”…. Back in my younger activist days, I had bottles thrown at me; harassing phone messages that threatened me; I faced people wearing white hoods and swastikas; I had taunts and jeers thrown at me that were vile, cruel, and menacing. I had a letter sent to me to my home saying “die lesbo bitch” typewritten on crisp white stationery. I even had “allies” accuse, denigrate and abandon me in the most personal of ways. All because we were tired of being sick and tired of the hate, the prejudice, of the violence. I was thinking recently how and why did I put up with that? “My soul was rested”. The work for justice, for equality, for peace is soulful work. But the soul needs action for it to feel rested. It needs to move, to work, to push ahead even it if hurts. I want to breathe. I want to put my hands down. I want my soul to feel rested once and for all, even if it takes one step at a time.