HerStory: Before the results…
She is in me.
Within my connective tissue and cells are parts of Her.
The air I breathe was once taken in by another who didn’t have the rights I do today.
The air I exhale will be passed on to another who will change the world.
Her name is many, her face is millions, her dreams are for everyone.
I can feel a heartbeat to a song that was formed in the caves and treetops.
In my throat is a yell, a Grito, a scream that comes from Her.
The past/prestent/future fights & struggles cause my hands to clench at INJUSTICE.
Those same hands are guided to grasp on to the hands of my family, fill the pages of journals, type updates and status posts, feel the tree trunks, the prick of a thorn on a rose, touch the face of my love, strum the strings of my guitar, send text messages, chop food and prepare meals, hold the pages of a script and dance with the air…
Those same hands are HERS, and they are the hands that cast a vote at this moment in HERStory.
A vote that couldn’t be cast a mere century ago.
She was with me as I sat in my OB/GYN waiting room, interacting with a little girl filling out my ballot and darkening the circles.
She reminded me of our power.
She cannot be ignored.
Our power will not be ignored.
HERStory will continue to be told.
We are creators, we are magic, we are change makers and caretakers, we are Her.
OURStory is unfolding,
pages are being scripted,
stakes are high,
legacies are on the line,
challenges have been made,
help has been given,
forces have been joined,
breath is being held,
All eyes are on Our Divided United States.
Her voice whispers in my ears:
“The time is NOW.”