Millions of women are marching across the United States, and the whole world, today. I am marching in my spirit, whole and well, even as I am unable to physically march on my broken foot. I join with all my sisters to say: We are marching for peace! We are marching for love!
We are marching for a better world! A world in which our daughters will grow up to be seen as powerful contributors to society, not just a pretty body for men to grab. A world in which our sons will know that showing compassion and empathy is a truer sign of strength than being the top boss. We are marching for a world in which people experiencing disabilities are fully included in society rather than being mocked by the president of the United States. We are marching so that Muslims, and people of all religions, can live in peace, rather than live in fear that the president will order them rounded up and registered.
One of the most powerful parts of marching is the protest slogans I’ve heard today and through the years:
“This is what Democracy looks like!”
“When we are are given lemons, we will make lemonade!”
“Love, not hate, makes America great!”
“Build bridges not walls!”
“Ain’t no power like the power of the people, cause the power of the people don’t stop!”
I think, ain’t no power like the power of a woman. Gloria Steinem, one of the most famous leaders of the feminist movement, once said,“One day an army of gray-haired women may quietly take over the Earth!” She also said, “Empathy is the most radical of human emotions.”
Yes, the empathy and radicalism of a woman as she ages. The older I get the more I experience, and the more radical I become. I birthed my son in the spirituality of water, calling on the ancient wisdom of all the women who have gone before me in birthing children, birthing ideas, birthing humanity. I sang through the pain of labor, groanings of my spirit at guiding the journey of a new life.
I still sing, cry, groan, and laugh as I guide my young son toward future adulthood. I strive to teach him empathy and love, respect for the world and for all its people in all their colors, shapes, dreams, hopes, abilities, loves. We are one human race, one human web, with billions of experiences. I never want him to say, or think, the awful bully comments of our current president.
I feel these same sentiments in the protest songs and slogans of the women’s marches today. In the face of adversarial leadership, we are birthing something new. Our songs will not be silenced!
Women everywhere, keep marching on! Hatred, bullying, and the love of power will never prosper. Oppression will fall as we rise up. War will someday cease. Our children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren will inherit a world of love and harmony because we march.