I think it basically boils down to the fact that I LOVE working with people who are on the margins. I love working with people who are misunderstood. People who are underrepresented. People who are creative. People who are artists. People who are on the fringes.
But if we could start from a place of blessing, of divinity, of goodness, of joy, of whimsical creativity, how different life could be! If we preached about abundant life, and the beauty of creation, and how each unique human being has a God-shaped thumbprint right smack-dab in the middle of their souls leftover from when they were carefully, intentionally crafted, I firmly believe that we would see a drop in depression rates, anxiety rates, isolation, fear, etc.
We, as women, are socialized to be small. We are taught to shrink, and be quiet, and to contort our vocations into limited, gendered roles that often don't fit who we are...all the while, contorting our bodies to slip into a size 4 so we look slim while doing it.
As we went around the room and shared the reasons that we were marching, I was filled with awe for those who are not afraid to speak out and stand up. With humility and hope for a bright future, here are just a few of the reasons shared for why we march...
I get so caught up in the regrets from the past or worries about the future that I miss the moments. The here and now moments of gratitude and enough-ness. What if I could learn to just be right here, right now, smashing this hard drive with wild, unfettered abandon in the warm summer sun, grateful for the exercise and the abundance within and around me. And I realized that this is it. This is my life. My one wild and precious and crazy and bumbling and computer-smashing life. Right here, right now. This is it.