I have spent this entire day in gratitude, like a cascading waterfall, every tree and plant below, all the clouds above, each glance of a human being, or my puppy’s gaze, sends me into a sort of subtle, muted ecstasy.

And tonight, gratitude, for the continued onrushing creativity of Occupy, like a cascading waterfall — from posing as a human red carpet at a Chamber of Commerce banquet D.C., to mic checking the Air Quality Commission Meeting in Salt Lake City; from receiving an eviction notice for tonight in Boston to putting destroyed OWS library destroyed online for universal access; from holding a two-month anniversary Occupy Bloomington “Celebration of Peace Protest” band and dance party tomorrow evening, to all the foreclosure occupations everywhere, on and on. There is no possible way I can keep up with the flood of gratitude as the occupied territories continue to fill all the interstices of our personal, political, and cultural, and ultimately, spiritual life.