Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Yesterday I marched with my daughter, her friends and three of mine.  Everywhere we went we were surrounded by people:  on the subway, in the streets.  I said marched but there were so many women, children, grandmothers, and men in solidarity with us that we stood shoulder to shoulder.  The crowds spilled out to parallel streets and still the movement was minimal.  We read each others' signs, admired the sea of pink, and chanted, sang and grinned like fools.  We were DOING SOMETHING.  Voting hadn't turned out quite as we hoped, but this march with all the sister marches turned out better than expected, and we were proud, proud that we had come out in the rain and cold to be together to make a statement:  we want to be heard and our concerns addressed.  I held hands with my younger daughter.  Elsewhere my older daughter and my granddaughter were marching, and up north from me a ways my older son, daughter-in-law and grandson marched.  Across the country my younger son's fiancee marched.  In solidarity we marched for women and families and immigrants and people of color and against hate.  We marched because we love this country and we are proud of it's diversity, it's ideals and we want it to be even better.  Let's really put families first for a change.  Let's not leave it in the hands of politicians.  Let's roll up our sleeves and do it ourselves!