The last time we were together I expressed my frustration with not knowing what to do. Well, I found some things to do. I began learning Spanish. My skills are very weak but I can tell you, “Yo como pan!” Of course I may have difficulty working “I eat bread!” into a conversation. But, it is a start. And a start is how we move on to something more. Remember, the worlds largest faith community started with a loaf of bread and a cup of wine.
Some other activities I have engaged in are, swimming almost every day and riding the bicycle daily through the adjacent neighborhoods. I had an encounter I ‘bearly’ survived and made a new friend who tried to convince me to eat more ‘chikin’. We visited the Green Meadows Petting Farm (a mile from our house) with the grandchildren where we petted turtles and sheep, held chicks and rode ponies.
On Saturday January 21, I cheered on the folks marching in Women’s Marches all around the world. My sister joined the march in St. Louis so I received some first hand information on the activities of the day. The marches lifted up the message that all of us are America; All-black, white, brown, yellow, red, straight, LGBTQ, male, female, religious, non-religious, rich and poor-All. The message the marchers shared was we all deserve respect; All-black, white, brown, yellow, red, straight, LGBTQ, male, female, religious, non-religious, rich and poor-All.
Before November I thought we had embraced the idea of ‘all’ in our country. I am devastated that I was so wrong. But, Saturday was a start. And a start is how we move on to more.
See you next time.