“Nevertheless, she persisted.”
I could use this blog to post about my own political views about the state of turmoil our nation is in, and our world, but I feel that is best left for the eloquently spoken. All I will say is that I’m less of a dweller and more of a doer, and admittedly didn’t see the point in participating in the women’s march that was to take place on January 21st… but we were over at my neighbor’s house for a drink the night before the march, and she told me that she was planning on attending the march, which was a big deal for her because she hadn’t “protested anything since the Civil Rights Movement.” That statement alone brought me to my knees with a deep feeling humility and servitude, and I knew that I had to be there and Madeline should be too. So the next morning we did the only thing we knew we could do best, and walked down to the march with our cameras in hand.
I feel even more thankful now that we decided to move to Olympia, our great state’s capital. I want to give a shout out to the incredible activist and poet Lenee Reid who was the climax for the thousands who gathered on our Capitol steps, and equally to the Capitol Building itself, that served as a formidable background to a movement of people who were together in a display of community, democracy, peace, and love.