Reflecting on the Women’s March

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Much has been written about the Women’s March on Washington, the day after inauguration.  People wrote about it if they were there or not, supported it or not.  My husband, my friend Susan, and I attended the Salem, Oregon march for as long as my health would allow.  It was worth it.

There was such a joyous feeling.  Strange, since this march was partly born from a woman’s sadness on election day.  To win the popular vote by so much then to lose through the electoral college….she felt helpless.  So she decided to do something.  She set up a facebook events page inviting people to march the day following inauguration.  The LA Times said she went to bed with 40 people joining and when she woke up, there were 10,000.  If there is ever a lesson on wondering if one person can make a difference, here’s a good example.

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This is the first sign I saw, and it struck me as a fitting way to begin the march.  Love, not fear; bringing together, not pushing away. A sea of pink meant to me that we would stand up for those marginalized and insulted by our new president.  We would stand together.

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I love this picture. (I did not take it.  I tried to find the photographer for acknowledgement.)  It was said to be taken at the Portland, Oregon march.  I am proud to say that throughout the country, there were no arrests, no destruction of property, and no break-out riots.

As I said before, for me it was joyous.  There was such hope in the air.  Women, men, children, and several doggies in attendance.  The young and the old, united to say….we are together.  We can make a difference together.  We are united with those across the country, even the world, to say that fear and hate will not win.  Not on our watch.

 

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January Ocean

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Our visit to the coast in January was clearly separated into two parts: the traveling and the ocean.

We started our trip over the pass, basking in the glories of giant evergreens heavy with snow.

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I would be lying if I said we didn’t break into a Christmas song or two along the way.  The roads were clear and the traffic light.  The trees, however, were putting on a winter show we don’t often experience.

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The second part of our trip began as we sat before our glass windows and soaked up the view.  Once at the ocean, the temperature was less snow-like, although it was “frigid” for the coast (the locals told us).

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There were three surfers beyond the waves, not wanting to tear themselves away from their fun at sunset.  A seal, much closer to shore kept an eye on these three.  I wonder if it was thinking,  “Food, foe, or friend?”  It was a most curious seal and stayed out as long as the surfers.

Saturday was the real show.  Ten surfers marched out to sea, at different spots along sand, to surf, sit, and play in the waves.  I wondered if it was a convention of sorts.  That seal showed up again, swimming back and forth, its little head peaking out to watch the surfers with me.  After a couple of hours, the surfers further out were greeted by a pod of seven seals, swimming, dipping, jumping, and rolling around some of the surfers.  What a joy to watch!

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Robert went out for a long walk, and sure enough…that curious seal popped up to check him out.  Made me wonder if we go to the coast to look at sea life and they come to watch US?

Sunday morning was clear.  Long shadows stretch out at low tide.  Breathtaking.

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What a joy, this “year at the coast” one weekend a month.  Goodbye January ocean.  See you next month.

 

 

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