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More March Madness...
I have never seen that many people in one place ever. It was not a political experience to stand with all of those women, men and children together. It was a spiritual experience. I have never stood before the world to declare how I stood on something...at least not before the GLBT protest we had here but this experience was so much more. I felt the Goddess there. She walked with us all and watched over us as the energy levels rose. From the 12 year old girls screaming about how they owned their bodies to the great-grandmothers surrounded by their flock all of us were women there. Even the men fit into the groove. They played for us as we danced along the streets. Our feet were the messengers tapping out the rhythm of our lives. We are ourselves, we love ourselves and we control our lives and bodies. Our anger coursed through many veins...but it was more the lacing to the intense hurt we felt by those who seemed to think that we were not to be trusted...we were not meant to be in control of our bodies. Those who declared that we were not to be trusted with the choice and that we are to be punished for our sexuality by bearing child after child. The suggestion that we would dehumanize a "child" makes me sick as I face a world that is struggling to dehumanize women.
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