I love a three day weekend, the pause to reflect. This weekend offers the Women’s March and the honoring of the Reverend Doctor Martin Luther King Jr.
I sit with both, with the honoring of dreams and the cost. Days after Dr. King was assassinated, Congress passed the Civil Rights Act of 1968.
Now we have an administration that separates children from their parents. I watch my grandchild and how he interacts, and receives our admiration, love, laughter, and consolation for his tears. Imagine not having that. Imagine every child on this planet being carried with such love. That is my dream, that each child is carried with love until the little legs straighten and he, she, or they stand on their own.
The sky was rose-pink again this morning. The glow moves through me, caresses me, as I stand outside looking up through branches still bare.
May each of us honor this day as fully as movement allows, as broadly as breath spreads, breath carried, shared, and passed among us all.