This weekend I will be participating in the Women's March on Washington in Seattle. I am excited and proud to be part of this momentous demonstration once again being part of the voice of women demanding equal rights in all aspects of our lives.
It has been over 40 years since I was last involved in national collaborative community who spoke out against the disengagement of the feminine spirit as part of the Women's Movement, and the Vietnam War. I was 19 years old and had a fire in my belly that I was going to be an intricate part of creating change in our country. And we were successful!
The outcomes were miraculous, and we proved that when a community comes together to send a message to those who are supposedly in charge, that change can happen.
As I sit here and compose this piece I am smiling. I am smiling for those of us who were in the forefront of beginning to stir the vortex of emanate change. For those of us who burned our bras and stopped shaving our legs and armpits. For those of us who found the courage to say "fuck you" in moments of frustration. For those of us who found our feminine center and shared that part of us with the world. We were the warriors. We were the champions. We were the voice of change.
I am also smiling for the young women who are not stepping into the role of being change agents. They are our successors who are taking what we have learned and what we have taught them as they are released and blessed into the world of being heard and seen.
I love being a Wisdom Crone and am going to be one of many who will be marching together, speaking our voices and supporting those who are now leading the way.
So on Saturday morning, January 21, 2017, I will put on my raincoat and my water resistant shoes and top my crown with my pink pussy hat and march like I have never marched before with 29 thousand (+) other souls all together in unity!