January
21 will long be remembered as the day of the women’s marches. It is so
inspiring that women from each continent participated, even Antarctica. We just
watched a women’s march that took place in Israel in which Jewish and Arab
women marched together. We could not read their signs but I could only imagine
that they all wanted peace. There seems to have been such a feeling of joy
within these marches.
Barry
and I had scheduled our second mentorship four day session during this time,
not knowing that these marches would take place. I woke up that morning feeling
that something special must be done to honor all of the women and men marching
all around the world, and in some way join in their energy. And so Barry and I
and the nine women in our group sat at our dining room table and made our own
signs using large pieces of paper, crayons, markers and colored pencils. We
asked each woman to express the deepest feeling they would like to put on their
sign, just as if they would be on full display in Washington DC.
When
the signs were finished, we went into the living room and each person stood up
with their sign and spoke why the words were so meaningful to them. In this way
each person gave a little talk which was inspiring and also insightful into who
they are and their deepest values.
My
sign was quite simple and said, “Love one another as I have loved you --Jesus.”
I have always loved this quote, and my mother repeated it to me often when I
was growing up. Jesus loved all people. They did not have to be his own Jewish
religion for him to love them and reach out to help. He gave water to a non-Jewish
woman at a well, which was forbidden to do. He helped a prostitute and saw
goodness in her so that she wanted to change her life and follow him. He had
dinner at a tax collector’s house, a man that everyone despised. He even
invited another tax collector to be one of his followers. Even his own
disciples criticized him for opening his heart and love to so many different
types of people that others were shunning. And his response was that he came to
help all, a true sense of equality. Equality and love for all beings is what I want
to march for.
Barry
went last to hold up his sign and we all loved it. “I am a man dedicated to making
it safe for all women.” Truly this is who Barry is. Can you only imagine a
world in which more men could hold up a sign like that and truly mean it? I
posted Barry holding this sign on my very small Facebook page and am pleased
with how far this photo went. It is a message needed at this time.
After
each person spoke about their sign we then marched around our living room
holding our signs and singing a powerful song. We felt connected to each person
who was out marching the streets in towns and cities around the world.
Did
the marches all over the world do any good?
Forty-eight
years ago, Barry and I were in one of the first civil rights marches in the
south. We lived in Nashville, Tennessee at the time and we heard about a civil
rights march several hours away in the deeper rural south. We, along with our
friend Jim, were excited to go and participate. We reached this small southern
town and a man named Dick Gregory was there as the organizer and speaker. There
were many blacks, but we were the only whites. We were welcomed, but told it
was more dangerous for us as whites. We marched with these poor blacks down the
streets of the town. The whites looking on yelled and cursed at us and some
threw things. It was loud and noisy and scary, but we continued down the
street. Then it became violent. The police came and started using clubs and
arresting people. One of the organizers told us to leave quickly as they would
be hardest on us. Like Harry Potter and the invisible cloak, we left undetected
and drove home realizing that we had placed ourselves in a very dangerous
situation. There must have been TV coverage of the march, for the next day I
was called into my place of work as a public health nurse and told I could
never march again or I would lose my job and never be able to get another one
in the city.
One
march. Did it do any good? Was our effort and putting ourselves in danger worth
it? I like to feel that yes it was. True it was only a drop in the bucket of
what had to happen, and yet it was a drop and we participated in that drop. Forty
years later, our country proudly elected our first black president. All those
marches, all those signs, all of that effort in the end truly paid off.
What
would your sign say? As a really good practice, sit at your dining room table
with crayons or markers and paper and make a sign that holds your deepest
feeling about what is going on right now in our world. Make it positive, inspiring
and loving, something you could show your children and explain why you wrote
what you did. Or you could sit with a group of friends and create your signs
together, or sit with your children and talk about it. Your sign, and
especially how you live the truth of what it says, will place another drop into
the bucket of what is needed right now.
Here are a few opportunities to bring
more love and growth into your life, at the following longer events led by
Barry and Joyce Vissell:
Joyce & Barry Vissell, a nurse/therapist and psychiatrist couple since 1964, are
counselors near Santa Cruz, CA, who are widely regarded as among the world's
top experts on conscious relationship and personal growth. They are the authors of The Shared Heart, Models of
Love, Risk to Be Healed, The Heart’s Wisdom, Meant
to Be, and
A Mother’s Final Gift.
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