I am up early and nestled at my desk with warm cinnamon coffee. I’m pondering yesterday’s marches that proved we are stronger than hate, larger than threats, and more powerful than ignorance. Our beauty is in our minds and our laughter and in our talents.
Why did I walk? It was a kick-off to the battle that looms ahead. Perhaps I have grown too complacent in my safe little bubble. Perhaps now is the time to step into the fire. Perhaps my voice will finally be heard.
My little band of walkers was a eclectic gathering of almost strangers, yet we shared an enduring connection through our passions. We felt the importance of this day deep within our souls.
But what do we do now? I believe it all starts small. We are kind. We are generous. We reach out to others. We hold hands. We stop staying, “I’m sorry,” and begin saying, “I see you.” We shut down hateful speak. We force hardness from out hearts. We enjoy funky art and soulful music and crazy dance. We surround ourselves with people who see the world filled with light, not darkness. We encourage. We embrace. We love. It sounds simple, but this will be the fight of our lives. We won’t back down, and we won’t give up. This is our pledge, our promise, our vow.
What will I do? I will continue to write these words, hoping to encourage and entertain. I’ll bake warm pies to give to friends and strangers. I will find my place, because my weapons are not guns or hateful rhetoric. Instead I will summon my inner badass warrior princess to spread love. This is my power. What about you?
“Power without love is reckless and abusive and love without power is sentimental and anemic.” – Martin Luther King, Jr.