Of Love, Of Loss, Of Protests



Well, it has been over a year since I've posted, and in that time remarkable things have occurred. But I'll post about some of them later, in a #TBT kinda way.


It has been one fuck of a time.


Shortly after my last post (about last year's Women's March), one of the people I loved the most, my father, got sick, and began a remarkable and harrowing dance to his death.  It has been nearly a year since he passed, and it is hard to believe... Hard to believe that it has been a year, hard to believe he is not around, hard to believe we have all made it through.


It has been an epic time.


Today a best friend and I went to the March For Our Lives in NYC and it was deeply invigorating to the soul...so good to be part of positive action, so remarkable to feel that kind of power and support under a blue blue almost-spring sky, so moving to hear the speeches of students and see the posters of children. These protests affirm something great in me: a purpose, a passion to support and create positive change, a heart opening connection with those who have loved and lost. You could feel it in the air today, an underlying and gut wrenching need for JUSTICE- justice for boys, for girls, for men, for women, for people of all colors, faiths, sexual orientations. We have been gutted by gun violence and senseless death and WE HAVE HAD ENOUGH.


In these peaceful protests I've had the privilege of attending over the past couple of years, I feel a solidarity and a connection to this country, to our roots as activists and as progressives, that I haven't felt in a long time, if ever. Maybe it's true what we are saying in whispers, barely able to get the words out. Maybe this is the gift of a presidency that is so terrifying and repulsive to the majority of Americans. Maybe it is what we have needed. Maybe we have all been awakened.


This beautiful quote came up in my Facebook Memories today, and I deeply needed it. I was named for Kahlil Gibran, so I feel a special resonance in his words:


"Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding."


We have all been broken open.


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