Cross-posted from Facebook…
At the Women’s March in Washington, D.C. yesterday, I carried many names on my stole. It was an honor and a privilege. When someone asked me, I could hardly talk about it without getting teary. There were many among my family and friends and coworkers and patients who could not go… and I was aware of your reasons.
So this is for you…
Perhaps you didn’t go to the Women’s March near you and are having some regrets. I’m thinking of all you who have a case of the woulda-coulda-shoulda’s. I’ve gotten a few PMs and wanted to say this…
I want to thank you for reading our posts, listening to our stories and being in the moment, vicariously. While your voice may have been missed, you can start speaking up now.
HONESTLY? Now comes the hard part. Now is when we need each other. Now is when we need YOU. Your voice. Your gifts. Your focus. Your prayers. Your anger. Your integrity. Your wit.
This movement is JUST BEGINNING.
When the celebrities leave the stage, the busses go home, the pink hats come off, the signs start collecting dust, the pundits start mocking and dissecting us… NOW is when we are all needed.
To keep each other honest.
To ask the hard questions.
To be intentional in including ALL of us in the next days and weeks.
To read, write, think, discuss, pray and do things in ways we have never done them before.
To volunteer for causes and issues we are passionate about.
To support nonprofits who are the only backstop some folks have.
To watch our elected officials like a hawk and write them/call them/badger them.
To trust each other more and be less pissy. (Can a pastor say that? YES I CAN.)
I had a distinct honor to be able to march. I went as a white woman of privilege to bear witness. I left hoping to bring more into the story. So may we all.