It was a calling. A deep heart calling to be part of the Women’s March LA. It was not about being anti-anyone. It was about listening to the whispers calling me to witness a rising.
I had never witnessed a morning like that. Hundreds of us at the train station. The train themselves, completely jammed packed. To say we were packed like sardines is an understatement. I could hardly move without touching someone else. Yet we laughed, we used each other to lean on, and some even sang songs.
Once on the streets of Downtown LA – HOLY Mother – there were thousands of us! Last estimates say there were 750,000 of us. I felt all sorts of emotions rise. Some joy, some love, some sadness, but most of all awe. There were so many of us that the roads closed for the march were not enough. Drivers were stuck in their cars. Many of them were swept with the joy of the moment as they got out and began cheering the marchers on. The signs people carried were brilliant. So many creatively stated many of my own thoughts. A sea of pink pussy hats on women had me smiling from ear to ear.
What was the most moving was seeing the number of men that marched along the women that morning. Some came with their partners. Some came on their own. Fathers brought their sons. Groups of men came together. My heart burst open when I heard the men chant, “Her body, her choice.” Even thinking about it now brings tears to my eyes.
I marched because to me nothing is more important than the freedom to choose.
The freedom to say what happens to my body, who touches my body, and how I take care of my body. I marched as a drop in a vast ocean of powerful women. As I often say – when women gather, we are a powerful force and our collective presence changes the world. I marched because this event marked the greatest awakening of the Divine Feminine energy. I marched alongside millions of women and men worldwide because I yearned to be there at the moment that this wider recognition of the Divine Feminine was being birthed.
The Divine Feminine is the matrix of creation. The truth is every woman knows it exists in every cell of her being even if she forgets from time to time. She gets to participate in the greatest mystery of bringing a soul into life. Even if a woman chooses not to birth a child, her body still contains and remains connected to the mystery of the Divine. And yet, we forgot and are okay being denied the sacredness of this.
We live in a culture that promotes disembodiment. In doing so, we live in our heads with our egos making up stories, with blindfolds that keep us from seeing the beauty of who we really are, and worst of all, we stop following Divine Intuition which stops us from acting from a place of Divine Love.
What we forget is that to bend to this patriarchal denial affects not only every woman, but also life itself. When we deny the mystery of the Divine Feminine, we also deny life at the core — the part that nourishes, creates, heals, transforms, and nourishes all of us. For the same sacred source from which we were all born comes the essence that gives meaning to our life and aligns our life’s divine purpose.
The Divine Feminine has been waiting.
On that beautiful Saturday morning, women and men gathered and heeded her calling. That day I walked with my sisters and brothers to honor the Divine Feminine in each of us even for those that do not hear her whispers yet or who continue to deny her existence.
With all my love,
PS… It also does not end at the march. I for one am done with complaining and I am choosing to be active instead. What are the topics and issues that are important to you? The Divine Feminine awaits our active participation in order to co-create with each of us a world that we truly desire.