Posted on by Cathy Edgett

Democracy

Yesterday I attended a protest/vigil in Marin County.  We gathered at the Veteran’s Auditorium, and walked in a long and winding line around and through the Civic Center leaving flowers in front of the sheriff’s office and next to photos and names of the 33 people killed by ICE.  Our sheriff’s office cooperates with ICE and we want ICE out of Marin.  We were told to wear black, and bring a flower and did, so it was a sober line that stretched before and behind me.  Six coffins had been made of cardboard and painted black and covered with flowers were carried along the route.  It was a sober and quiet group.  The event began with twelve minutes of speeches, most of that a prayer, so we began walking after saying Amen.  Volunteers carried recorders repeating the names of the 33 people killed.  Tears come enough now as I feel the immensity of the event, the power of people gathering to silently speak for empathy, morality, and Truth.

I’m awake now, up in the night.  I’ve been sitting outside with the stars and a sky streaked with light wondering, receiving, embracing what might be as we come to Peace and walk with others in quiet and love.  

Six coffins were carried along the winding and quiet route.
And so we walk
Winding up and around with police stopping traffic as the line crosses streets and passes the Farmer’s Market, a huge gathering on Sunday morning.
Signs handed out to carry
My Amaryllis opens and blooms

Posted on by Cathy Edgett

The Protests Today

I went with a friend to Tam Junction near my home.  There were 450-500 of us standing at the freeway exit, so we were seeing people close-up in their cars, coming from north and south.  It was an amazing experience, a cacophony of horns honking and people waving and smiling.  Traffic was slow so there were literal thank you’s as windows rolled down and children and adults smiled and cheered.  Dogs were very interested and supportive. Tears come now as I contemplate the feeling of a unity that unintentionally, and in greed, Trump and his cronies have created.  

My friend and I both took naps when we returned to our homes.  It was a great deal to absorb, so beautiful and freeing to stand with a group of people and sing, “This land is your land, this land is my land.”  Yes, this land is our land. No Kings since 1776.

Now, rested, I open a book, The Creative Act: A Way of Being by Rick Rubin.  

“The universe is only as large as our perception of it. When we cultivate our awareness, we are expanding the universe.

This expands the scope, not just of the material at our disposal to create form, but of the life we get to live.”  

The nature we are, and of which we are a part.
We are a network, connected like mushrooms in the soil from which we rise.