Just three women, together, in the Florida Keys, sitting out on the dock on Little Torch Key. A fourth flower would flutter in and make her exit but we passed the stick and told our stories and they are stories of anger and sadness, but also stories about healing and revolting. We sat in front of the Goddess symbol and the burning Sage on a big peace sign tie-dyed towel with the words FLORIDA stamped on it. We sit and discuss the damage that has been done by our consumption of electricity and the plants that produce it. We try to understand EPA statistical spin and how to pronounce the chemical we must vanquish. We sit by the damaged waters of Florida. We talk about how water has feelings and one drop can communicate with all the other drops each act of healing we offer. We wade in the Mangroves; some trimmed back, some not. Boat sewage and dead floating Iguanas do not make the water any less cleansing to us. We dive in and are cleansed. We communicate our clear intention of healing. Mostly, we pick up trash that we can get to (must bring a hook next year). The stories after make us laugh. We rejoice in the food and the company. We try to take photos but find ourselves lacking and laughing. The joy that we feel and the giddy feeling of drinking May wine in June have a healing effect on us. Our love (and removal of waste) has helped the water because we say that it has.