So I was taking a walk with 500,000 of my friends the other day… .
This is part one of several blog posts about the Women’s March.
Right now, it’s been less than 48 hours since I took a walk. I have a poet’s brain so I’ll give you a few fragments since it will take more than 48 hours to digest and process the beauty of January 21st 2017.
SHOW ME WHAT A FEMINIST LOOKS LIKE!
THIS IS WHAT A FEMINIST LOOKS LIKE!
Beautiful men from newborns to the elderly, holding their signs, hugging their women, walking. Standing. BEING feminists.
SHOW ME WHAT DEMOCRACY LOOKS LIKE!
THIS IS WHAT DEMOCRACY LOOKS LIKE!
We are here. We are here together. We are holding signs and singing, “This Land is Your Land.” We are chanting. We are smiling at each other and giving what is needed and taking what is offered. We are holding each others’ babies and wiping each others’ noses and taking each others’ pictures and laughing at this…feeling…this connection. We are here. We are safe. We are powerful.
SHOW ME WHAT AMERICA LOOKS LIKE!
THIS IS WHAT AMERICA LOOKS LIKE!
Pink PussyHats. EVERYWHERE. Men in trees with rainbow flags. Three generations of women marching together. Chants of, “BLACK LIVES MATTER!” Chants of “TRANS LIVES MATTER!” People in homemade vagina outfits (not as easy as it sounds to make…). People in rainbows. People in pink pussy hats. People draped in signs and symbols. People SEEING each other. People born three months ago. People who have been alive for more than 80 years. People in wheelchairs and people in high heels. People just BEING together as human people.
Oh, if there are gods and goddesses they were there. They blessed us all. I do not tear up at Hallmark cards or sad movies. But yesterday I wept. Today the tears of power are still falling, and I hope I never stop crying again.
Watch the speeches.
See the pictures.
These links will be old before I hit POST. But there are others. There always will be. We are here. We will not be silenced…ever…again.
