It’s hard to know where to start talking about today. I woke up full of nervous energy. I was terrified about going to the women’s march but also couldn’t stay away. I wrote emergency information on my forearms; I brought a bandanna in case we got tear gassed; I wore no loose clothing, scarves or hoods that could be grabbed; I packed extra socks, water and snacks; I charged my phone until the second before I left; I wore plenty of layers and comfy boots; and my heart was pumping way faster than necessary. I kissed my boys and held them tight before leaving, until the 6 year said,                         “go mama, go mama, go! you need to be at the march!” and then I set off at a trot, adrenaline pumping through my veins.

And as much as I was afraid, I am equally glad I stood up and marched. The march was an inspiring gathering of thousands (maybe about 100,000?) of like-minded people from all over Colorado. Everyone was in high spirits and so incredibly kind and gentle and encouraging. There was no pushing and shoving, no jeering, no harsh words. It is hard to describe the experience. I was beautiful and absolutely amazing. I was so moved by the beauty and power of it. I frequently found myself close to tears. People’s signs, words, chants touched every aspect of humanity and the theme was unity and solidarity. Together we are stronger.

I rushed home to host a birthday party for two 6 year old boys, but I’ve been inundated all day with messages of love and support and encouragement for being a part of this movement, for standing up for myself, my children, my world. And also messages about further action. So many want to do more, to continue to work together, to rise up against the tide and make sure our voices are always heard. I am not an activist, or a very political person, nor do I often find myself with time on my hands, and yet, like so many, I find that today I march and tomorrow I want to do more. Thanks to everyone who reached out today and rose up in so many ways. I feel a part of something astonishing.

Some of you may have seen a beautiful letter Elizabeth Gilbert wrote on inauguration day. Here is an excerpt that I love, explaining this groundswell and offering comfort to the disheartened:

“Darkness and evil ALWAYS give opportunities for heroes to rise. […]

Please remember this simple example: Without Voldemort, Harry Potter is a very ordinary boy. Without the terrifying challenges of darkness and evil, Harry never would’ve had the opportunity to find his own power, his own strength, his own leadership, and his own magic.

This is just as true for your life as it was for Harry’s. Without the presence of darkness and evil in your life, you will never be challenged to know your own goodness and courage. […]

We have a choice now. You have a choice now. You can cower in fear, or you can rise up in light.

So…who will our next Harry Potter be?

I want it to be you.

I want it to be me.

I want it to be US.”

What more is there to say? On we go!