Together, We March

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​in solidarity, with delicate wings

we fly for the Queens of the world

the backbone of Earth’s axis

      

we follow our ancestors

who murmur in these cracked streets

bellows of exhaustion
     

but there’s a plowing force

that’s birthed from within

hundreds of years ago
    

that fought to prove it’s worth

as we fight today for the same

with pounding chambers
    

heartbeats sound similar

our blood the same, bright red

but privilege doesn’t know it
    

our feet are swollen and tired 

but tread forth in thick cement

in motion, before it hardens
    

this is more than a march

it’s a shout out from the womb

a language of the soul
    

passed torch, bosoms weigh heavy 

unloading seems impossible

but a woman’s strength is stout
    

we do not wish for this battle

but the attempt to rescind our rights

will not happen without a fight.
    

©2017 Liza Morales 

The Women’s March Was My Calling

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On January 20, 2017, I made an intentional decision to remain zoned in my peace and refrained from the inauguration.

So, I stood home and geared my focus on productive thoughts. Why? ..because I figured it to be most effective after deciding to vessel my spirit for alignment. My sanity and overall spiritual health is of priority for me. Unfortunately, I have not been able to see anything positive with a man who is regimenting fascism, racism, misogyny, sexism, white supremacy and so on, as the norm. So, for self-preservation, I made this choice and dove into meditation, prayer, listened to jazz music, burned incense and focused on all measures of productivity. I did not want to alter my strength or productivity for the Women’s March on Washington, knowing I’d need every ounce of courage and energy for true efficacy.

I normally work every single weekend, as I have for the past 28 years but fortunate for me, I had unused vacation time to utilize. When I found out I’d be off on January 21, 2017, the same day as the Women March on Washington, I was so excited. Then shortly after, I found out my union 1199SEIU was partaking in the march and providing a bus ride to Washington D.C. for its members. Not only were they providing access to this monumental event but they were also bestowing three square meals for the participants. I took this as a huge blessing and a privileged disburden. I was ecstatic but not more ecstatic when finding out it was going to 56°F in D.C. God knows how sensitive I am with the cold and how it affects my bones, causing pain in my hips and spine. I couldn’t believe how the stars were lining up for me. I’ve experienced things like this before and it’s certainly no coincidence. When something in life is destined, the path becomes disentangled and paved and access is granted. I saw this immediately, therefore I signed up.

On Saturday, January 21, I rose at 3:30am and was en route to D.C. by 5:30am. I was prepared physically, mentally and spiritually. When we arrived, I prayed while setting my feet on the grounds of Washington D.C. for the first time. I consciously focused on higher vibrations so intently that I knew it would exude through my pores and conjoin with every other person on the same vibe. These vibrations and intentions had no choice but to multiply because of its magnitude and intensity.

People were everywhere. Homemade signs and creative costumes swamped the grounds. It was intriguing to witness half of million people of every race, sex and of varying socioeconomic status congregate for such an important fight. This fight encompasses the urgency to see women’s rights as human rights Dismally, not every single person was there for the same cause, such as these men here, with one carrying a sign that read, “Abortion: neat, quick, easy way out for men”. I guess it’s all about perspective.

It’s completely mind-boggling how the necessity to fight for women’s justice and equality is in existence up until today. Since the women’s march on Versailles in 1789 and the women’s suffrage in the late 19th century, the fight for women’s rights elevated to the fight for human rights. We are not aliens on earth. We are the Queens of the world, the healers of the universe and bearers to life. Every single human being, man or woman, come from a wombman. Yet, I am here joining 500,000 people to speak, cry and fight for what’s completely natural and comes through divine order.

I am angry and I am tired but am forced to join this movement. I have become quite cognizant of the hate, intimidation and inequality that exists. I am also aware that it’s all ego based. Therefore, it’s easier for me to deal with simply because of understanding. Is it right? Is it just? Absolutely not! But when you gain a level of understanding of the people in opposition, you are empowered to move more effectively. A profound perspective that’s worth knowing is that we do not have control over others and their choices but we do have power on how to deal with it. For me, it is important to unite, support and uplift one another. Embracing ourselves and uniting in solidarity has power and can be impactful. Our choice to march, write poems, create art, capture photographs, participate in workshops, address the people in power and resist their disgraceful regimes are just a few of many ways to counteract. These are our weapons .. cultural weapons. Use them!

When something is meant to be and calls at our spirit, we should listen. The country is hurting and it is our responsibility to contribute towards healing. Don’t wait for anyone. Be proactive! I did not wait for friends or loved ones to join me because honestly, I’d probably be still waiting. I prayed and meditated and recognized the path that was paved for me. I hopped on a bus alone, with a group of strangers and marched amongst a group of strangers. I just knew I had to be part of this movement. My spirit would not hold still and I’m so glad I took heed.

To Lack is a State of Mind

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For the past two winters, I survived through the season with no heat in our home. My boiler malfunctioned and eventually ceased to work. On several occasions, I attempted to get it fixed but was unsuccessful. I hired three different companies, each claiming they knew what the issue was and over a thousand dollars later, I still had no heat. 

I reside in New York, where temperatures reach freezing levels on a regular basis during the wintertime. It indeed, was a trying time for me especially with my low tolerance for cold. Each day, I’d come home and remain in my coat until I was ready to put on my house clothes (which mainly consisted of sweats and thermals). Sometimes, I’d even cook dinner with my coat on, which I wasn’t doing as often because it was so intolerable to cook in what felt like, an ‘ice box’. It was challenging when it came time to change my clothes and bear the cold on my bare skin. Shower time was brutal. The cold air was mean – so mean,  I’d skip some days. Most of my time was spent under the covers and layers of clothing. When I was forced to get up, whether it was to use the restroom, prepare something to eat or brew a pot of coffee, I moved quickly! I noticed I always felt compelled to move hastily, as if, to escape the cold, knowing there was no escaping. There were times this 40+ year old house of mine would be colder inside than it was outside.

The cold knew its way and dug itself into my bones. It caused me pain and discomfort. At times, it was overwhelming but soon I came to see within these exact moments, there were so many others less fortunate than me. There were many blessings that existed in my life even without heat on that list. I thought how blessed I am to even have a home, to have a bed, to have quilts, to have a shower with warm running water, to have food within arm’s reach and to eventually be blessed with space heaters. The moment I changed my mindset and shifted my perspective, life became grand again. I recollected to keep focus on my blessings and to remember this would only be temporary. The bottom line was this ↪ I was cold but I had enough resources to keep myself warmed. That was the blessing!

I am grateful for the lessons. A broken boiler caused me discomfort but it taught me about patience. My loved ones and I experienced extreme temps in our home but we learned the effectiveness of body heat. The cold traveled and my bones ached but eventually, it reminded me of my humanness and how blessed I am to be alive and feeling. 

Today, my boiler is working and the thermostat is set. The radiators are hissing and heat fills my space. My bedroom is warm and so is every other room in the house. I have a huge appreciation for this heat and a mindfulness that every situation or challenge we may face is here to help us grow spiritually and/or mentally. Lesson: to lack, is simply a state of mind.  

I am blessed. I am grateful. I am warm.