As she poured us some of her white sangria, our hostess Annie admitted that she was compelled to organize our Saturday night gathering since she wasn’t a participant in the Women’s March that afternoon. I hadn’t traveled to Washington either and so the six of us, all Moms, sat and shared our feelings and concerns. And I felt grateful to be able to gather and share my fears and doubts with these women. It was validating and affirming and necessary. And as each of us had brought a nibble and a sweet, our opinions and stories were equally nourishing.
At the close of the lovely evening, we all offered that it was so nice to be able to speak our truths and hear them echoed back. That we’ve never experienced this fearful uncertainty in our country before. As one woman’s wise husband had pointed out, we were not alive during Watergate or the assassinations of JFK or Martin Luther King.This election is our horrible US citizen moment (if you don’t remember the second Bush Administration).
And even though nothing in the world “changed” last night, our inner worlds changed tremendously. We felt like we were facing this together with like-minded women. We felt safer in our collective souls. And that was something I’m so very grateful for. I think we all were. I look forward to hosting similar gatherings in the coming year to keep the spirit of hope alive for myself and anyone who would join me.
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