My bad feet survived.
My spirit soared.
It was thrilling to gather on the Mall, looking at our Capitol, surrounded by a vast sea of humanity of every age, color, and description. I was filled with gratitude for our country which allows and guarantees the right to peaceful assembly.
The March was peaceful and it was powerful.
I never got close to the stage. I couldn’t hear any of the speakers. But I didn’t need inspirational speeches to tell me about the need. I could hear that in the voices of those who surrounded me. Men and women, gay, straight, and trans.
Young and old.
Experienced marchers and novices.
All joined together to sing and chant their belief that all people are created equal and deserve to be treated with dignity.
I read their message in their signs – some poignant, some angry, many humorous – but all advocating human rights for all of God’s people.
What was the point? The point was to stand together.
These days it is possible to communicate and cooperate across the globe on-line and through social media. But sometimes we need to get out of our homes – and our comfort zones – and come together.
Sometimes we need to stand shoulder to shoulder, side by side, with one another.
I came back inspired and energized.
I came back realizing I am not alone in my concern about healthcare, the environment, the LGBT community, immigrants, and people of color.
I came back wanting to help save our planet from thoughtless abuse.
I came back determined to work hard on behalf of those who have no voice or are afraid.
I came back encouraged.
I won’t give up.
And when I need to, I will march again.