Power to the women
Cause women got the power
Sister can you hear it
Getting stronger by the hour
Power to the women
On Saturday I joined a dear friend who I have known since we were 12 years old, to march for MILLION WOMEN RISE. Our stories have always been entwined and I’m so glad we came together to march on this day. We both became aware that abuse of women existed and had corrupted our maternal line at around the same age (11 years old). Kim is currently 6 months pregnant and we made the decision to march with our 2 and 4 year old. I certainly do not want to push my beliefs onto my child, but I think her knowing her power is a pretty strong cause to involve her in. I see so much of myself in her and I never liked crowds or shouting, but I stayed close to her and made her aware there was nothing to fear when we chanted.
There was an awful lot of waiting around as we were near the back. We actually stood still for over and hour and it was hard for the girls to wait. Finally we moved forward but there was a lot of stop start due to tiredness and hunger, in the buggy, out the buggy. We were happy at the back and wanted to complete the entire walk, but we knew the girls were just a little too young to get to the end. It was deeply empowering just to stand with women, chant with women!!
We diverted off and took the girls for lunch. We discussed womens rights, motherhood, pregnancy, family, friends, children, education, work, food, patriarchy/matriarchy and balancing it all. We talked about economic freedom for mothers, giving space to be in nurturing mode. We can only feel our feminine when safety and protection is strong in ourselves and in our environment.
The highlight of the day was watching our innocent girls bond and laugh together. Flo entertained every passer by with some window theatre whilst Pip napped. Seeing their innocent power, so happy and light. We are two super aware mamas who will always have their backs. The responsibility feels huge, but thats what us mamas sign up for isn’t it?? We don’t realise until we become mothers!
Another realisation was that we did not own a single bit of red between us. The women marching were asked to wear RED – The colour of our blood, the blood of our sisters who have been murdered and raped at the hands of male violence. Red is the colour of women’s power, strength, rebellion and determination as well as passion, fire and love. So we are off to buy red lipstick and possibly an item of clothing. I was advised a while ago to wear red to engage and connect with my hidden power and passion. I have certainly stayed away from it in the past, seeing it as too much or too full on..
Check out MILLION WOMEN RISE and march with us next year on 9th March 2019 xx