Some people called it a revolution. Other's called it a demonstration and a protest. Many were afraid to go in fear of violence, and others were apathetic.
What I know to be true is 175,000 people participated in the Women's March in Seattle and it was incredible. The sense of solidarity was beyond words and the energy was alive. We were part of an international collective that had a voice that was heard throughout the world. I am proud to have been part of this historic event!
On Saturday morning as we were driving into town, I was excited and a bit anxious about what we were about to "walk' into. The city was beginning to become alive. People were walking down the sidewalks, signs in hand, pink hats upon their heads, chattering and laughing as they made their way to where the march would begin. Our arrival was simple. We parked, we walked, we had breakfast, we explored and we waited to begin.
During the day, I was most struck by how everyone there was of like minds and how all of the cultures and beliefs and orientations and ages and gender came together to blend into a magnificent gathering.
There was a family standing on the curb. A little girls who was probably 3 years old was sitting up on her daddy's shoulders. She was holding a sign, that was almost as big as she was, that said 'I love you with all of my heart'. And in her sweet young innocent voice she yelled out to the marchers again and again, 'I love you with all of my heart'. She was the reason we were all there.
Marching decades ago, and now, here is what was the same: The feeling of solidarity and the fundamental reason to have our voices heard. Community building. Common ground. The desire for peace. The passion for change. YES we can.
Here is what was different: We were not angry - we were marching in solidarity to let the world know what we believe in. It was a march, not a demonstration or revolution. There was no violence. Entire families came together. There were good conversations. It embraced and welcomed everyone.
And here is what I know; I feel I have come full circle and I have the feeling of being complete. My work is not done. There are things I must do in order to help support the energy that was created this past weekend. I feel so very proud to be a 'wisdom carrier' and to part of the new paradigm of change. Much has happened for equal rights since I started protesting 40 years ago, and it is imperative that we make sure we hold onto what we have done and step forward to create an even better and stronger alliance. I am so very grateful to have the honor to be part of this movement. I am humbled and proud.
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!
My plan is to write every morning just as I did for so many years. It is a morning ritual that feeds me, and the clarity and new understandings that seem to arrive on the pages are totally organic. I never plan what I am going to write. I just write. Today I started with the words 'entering the gladness of living', and curiously sat, with pen in hand and journal on my lap, what words were waiting to flow through me and onto the waiting page. I was touched by what showed up: 'Blessing myself. The first step. Blessing and FORGIVING myself for being so mean to me. I am a sacred child and the years of self-punishment have taken me away from my precious self.
FORGIVING is going to be a key driver for me this year. This is the second time it showed up in my writing and borne into my awareness. Every year I ramdomly choose 5 angel cards - one for my Mother, one for my Maiden, one for my Crone, one for my Inner Masculine with Heart, and one for my Guardian Angels and Sprirt Guides. Mother = Openess. Maiden = Wisdom. Crone = Creativity. Inner Masculine with Heat = Gratitude. Guardian Angels/Spirit Guides = FORGIVENESS.
It is my time to enter the gladness of living and to be loving and kind to my entire Being. What about you?
I am a steward of creative inquiry. I am most alive when enraptured by the organic flow and freedom I experience when immersed in my creative expression, which I write about here in this blog.