The Women’s March on Washington on Saturday January 22nd, 2017, was one of the most uplifting and remarkable, down-to-earth expressions of embodied (or incarnational) spirituality that I have ever experienced.
A friend invited me to join her and another friend, and to meet her at 8:30 am at the Shady Grove metro stop. Shady Grove is the end of the red line near me, two stops beyond my “home” stop at Twinbrook Metro Station. As I walked to the Twinbrook metro from home, I saw a man and his son carrying a sign, and spoke with them to confirm they were indeed headed to the Women’s March. With delight and gratitude for men supporting women along with peaceful marches for democracy and for protecting the rights of people and the environment, I thanked them.
When I reached the Shady Grove metro station, it was packed with people, mostly women, heading to the march. My friend literally could not get past the 1,000 people ahead of her, slowly feeding into the metro station. We decided to meet back at Twinbrook, where there was a lot of parking, and no crowds.
She had brought her teenage daughter, who had brought two girlfriends, so there were five of us, enjoying the company of marchers packing the metro train. Some of the people had come from far away to join us “locals.” How wonderful that they came from other states!
When we arrived downtown, we joined the crowd on the National Mall, and began to search for my friend’s friend, who was near the Smithsonian’s Native American Indian Museum, where the crowds were thickest near the stage of speakers and performers. Five of us slowly moved through the crowd, and I discovered that it helps to wait for “waves” of movement, and to become part of that wave of motion through people crammed body-to-body. If I found myself temporarily not touching numerous bodies, I actually felt as though I was missing something!
Everyone was so nice, so calm, so loving and compassionate and considerate.
Can you imagine being part of an ocean of humanity, perhaps 500,000 people, body-to-body, feeling love and peace and cooperation and respect and passionate desire to protect everybody’s rights? It was a little piece of heaven-on-earth. The energy was wonderful!
The signs were fun and so meaningful. One of my favorites was held by a mom, who was quoting her four-year-old daughter: “Be nice to our country.” My all-time favorite was a sign held by a woman stating: “Sorry, world.”
The chants were uplifting, fun and inspiring. My soul self’s favorite was: “No hate; no fear; everyone is welcome here!” My ego-self’s delight was: “Trump, Trump, go away; racist, sexist, anti-gay.” There was also the important: “My body, my choice,” echoed beautifully and lovingly by the men: “Her body, her choice.” And also: “Black lives matter!” and “Show me what democracy looks like! (response): This is what democracy looks like!”
If you have ever wondered what it would be like if God and Goddess walked the earth through a large gathering of humanity, I would suggest that this March was indeed one example.
Whenever we embody grace, we embody the Divine. Whenever we embody compassion and especially compassionate action, we embody the Divine. Whenever we embody peace and goodwill, we embody the Divine. When we embody love and kindness, patience and cooperation, we embody the Divine Presence. The Divine Presence was thus present and creating a huge wave of beautiful energy 500,000 people strong, washing across Washington, DC, and emanating out across the world.
In each and every moment, we can choose to embody the Divine Presence, by being patient, kind, loving, and compassionate ourselves. How important choosing to be Divine Presence is as individuals, and how essential it is becoming that we embody Divine Presence together.
May it be so!
Love and Light,
Please check out my novel about creating a world-wide movement to heal humanity and the planet here: Exodus 2012: A Mission to Save the Earth