Last Saturday I experienced the humongous joy and privilege of walking with approximately three million other women and men and children and dogs from around the world (I rode there with my beautiful friends, Claudia, Gary, and Audrey…THANK YOU!). The “march” (which seemed more like a very large gathering of friends than a protest) felt like an honor—I was deeply grateful for everyone around me who devoted their day to lovingly and democratically expressing their opinions (mostly).
Among the women and men and children and dogs, were some amazingly creative signs. Mine was neither “amazing,” nor “creative.” In fact, my oldest son complained that both sides were completely irrelevant to the march!
Here they (yawn yawn) are:
I totally see what he means. No mention of Trump or body parts or rights or popular votes. No graphics. And not even funny! I get it. But then I saw a sign, held by someone certainly known as Grandma, that said, poignantly, "I cannot believe I still have to protest this shit!" It immediately convinced me that the sign I carried was EXACTLY the point!
The plain sentiments--though totally devoid of color and pizazz, and boringly glitter-free--did get to the heart of the issue: Compassion. If compassion had been the centerpiece for discussion and policy-making way back when that darling still-protesting woman first marched, she (and the rest of us) wouldn’t need to march now.
We humans often mistake symptoms for "The Issue." In this case, the symptoms are many: women's/human rights, racism, reproductive options, immigration, walls, diversity, small hands, democracy, etc. They are all, however, symptomatic manifestations of a culture that doesn't know how to teach peace, and has forgotten how to let Love win.
Maybe, though, the mightily-peopled march served as the beginning of remembering. Love was palpable in every footstep that day. It was with us, supporting us, leading us on. We all felt it. In a very brief moment, when someone began a negative Trump chant, a brilliant woman behind me gently responded, "Oh, let's not make this about him: let's keep it about us." The silence that followed beautifully acknowledged our (mostly) common agreement.
Here's the question to actually remediate The Issue: as we all continue marching onward as committed citizens, how do we remember to make changes that create more peace, more Love? How do we make it about us? How can we keep the march going? Part of my own answer has been to start a weekly meditation (I call it SOLVing: Sending Out Loving Vibrations). I've invited everyone I think might be remotely interested to either join me energetically or "for real." We started today, and it was INCREDIBLE! People showed up feeling frazzled, and left with the gift of peace to share with anyone they were about to encounter.
So, if you are reading this, I invite you to SOLV with us every Wednesday, from 11:30-noon Texas time. If we practice peace and teach peace, then Love wins. Always. It is the Truth of us.*
* SOLVing means sitting in peace, breathing in and out, conscious of our breath. What I do is "drop down" to my heart, and imagine sending Love out in every direction from my heartspace, similar to how a pebble ripples after being dropped in the water, but in every dimension. I don't think thoughts, but if some try to stop in, I just offer them Love and let them float on by, returning to my breath. That's how I SOLV, anyway, you might find something even better for YOU!
Kelly Corbet is an author, mother, meditator, and mindfulness teacher whose greatest wish is to invite more Love into the world. Her latest book, Already Here: the matter of Love, was published just a few months ago.