Knit one, march too.
Okay… really. Where to start? Yes. We marched along with the millions of people around the world – including Antarctica… for women’s rights. Seriously. Antarctica! And, while a millions stories and posts are and will be written about this proud moment in history, and many will be trying to understand it, quantify it, lionize it, and rationalize it, I want to just revel in it. The bask in the brilliant light of community, sisterhood, and graceful power of us. Of we. Of all. And, before we go any further, there are so many people to thank. The organizers of every March. The speakers at every march. Whoever started the pink pussy knitting circles. The unbelievably creative and clever signs. The men who marched alongside. The police who kept us safe. The parents who brought their children. And everyone who participated from home. And everyone who marched for marching with our respect, caring, joy and intelligence. Not one incident of violence or vandalism. And this simple act of...