After a sleepless night, watching a large portion of my country tell me that I and people like me, and POC, and people with disabilities, and women, and survivors, are less important than some mythical vision of a “Great America,” this was my first status update on Facebook today:
I am bent. But I am not broken. I will do what warriors do. I will organize. I will educate. And most of all I will fucking fight. Amazons, I’m calling you. It’s time to build a shield wall around those most vulnerable.
In the time it took me to hit the Post button, I felt myself go from broken-hearted to mad as Hell. I am angry that my country has taken this turn. I am angry that most of the white folks I know don’t seem to understand how it happened, and how they helped make it happen, regardless of their actions in the ballot box. I’m sad and fearful and worried and nervous.
But most of all, I am mad as hell.
And when this Amazon gets mad as hell, she acts.
It is not for nothing that the Goddesses to whom I’ve always been closest are the Warrior Goddesses, and not for nothing that I came into Goddess Spirituality on an activist path.
There is work ahead of us. Hard, daunting, serious work. And as I said to one of my circle-sisters today, this is not the way I imagined that I would do the Goddess’s work. But this is the work that has been presented to me.
And I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I was born to do this work.
In the words of Clarissa Pinkola-Estes, “Do not lose heart. We were made for these times.”
Or, if you prefer, Joan of Arc: “I am not afraid. I was born for this.”