hearing the washing machine and dryer, an occasional tinkle of the wind chimes, rain beating against the windows and Norman trying to open the door...oops, I accidentally locked him out!
seeing windows covered with raindrops and tree branches moved by the wind...
tasting hot tea on my tongue...
feeling the hot tea in the mug I hold warm my hand...
catching up on email, blog posts and comments...
being a tad sad - my friend Linda who was here for the March is wending her way home (via plane) to Oregon...
reminiscing about our too brief but amazing weekend...
experiencing chills reading about and reliving The Women's March...
remembering 1983 and the 20th anniversary of the 1963 Civil Rights March on Washington. I was among the estimated 250,000 at the gathering assembled at the Lincoln Memorial. I thought about how I felt during the 1963 March (that I watched on television from home in Toledo Ohio): afraid that the people who traveled from around the country would encounter violence. Fortunately, such did not happen. I wondered in 1983 if there would be any troubles...and no, there were not. For Saturday's Women's March, I had no expectations or fears...I just knew that I was going to be among those who gathered and marched. As I and countless others have written and witnessed, these marches, world wide, were phenomenal. To try to describe the feeling, the atmosphere, the peace that prevailed is almost impossible...
knowing that ours is a tall order... thinking, feeling, that we are on the cusp of something miraculous...