Did you catch the title of this post? I have several thoughts running through my head all at once and they're somehow related but I'm not certain I can weave it all together. I'm going to at least give it a try...
I just hung up the phone after having a delightful and insightful conversation with Liz. She and I have been talking almost weekly since we met in Seattle. It's a true blessing in life to find a tribe, a group of women, or men, who have the same life work as you--the work of growing into your fullest self. You not only find support and accountability but you also get the pleasure of cheering someone else along as they struggle through their own journey. And because you get the opportunity of learning more about their story with every connection you can appreciate those moments when a real victory has been won. Liz mentioned the poem she decided to share for this week's Poetry Thursday post and as soon as I hung up I went to her sight and read it. When I read the last line I felt my heart clapping. I heard the voice of my soul cheering her on, "You go girl!" Being able to witness someone take a significant step in their journey, a step that begins to clear the path for even more steps, is something to celebrate and I can't help but want this for my tribe, for myself, for you my friends and readers.
This comes at the end of a very significant and historical day. No matter what your politics are, no matter what your opinion is, you can't deny that today is an extraordinary day. The first woman ever has been sworn in as Speaker of the House. Did you feel the earth move just a little? While driving home from work catching a few clips of the days ceremonies on NPR news I could swear to you that I did. Or maybe it was just the tears that kept welling up in my eyes at the shear pride of what this day means. After centuries of never having a voice, a vote, an opinion, a woman is now the Speaker of the House. I find that amazing. So amazing I'm not even certain I can convey my depth of feeling about it. Did you hear the creak of the doors that just opened for your daughters, your granddaughters, your nieces, our sisters? I did. And when the sound rang in my ears there were very deep emotions that rose to the surface.
I don't know much about Nancy Pelosi and I certainly don't know much about her politics or her voting record but I find myself drawn to her. My ears perk up when her name is mentioned. I get quiet if there is a story about her on the news. I pay attention to interviews that are aired on the radio. I feel this need to cheer for her not because I know her or admire her but for the simple fact that she is my sister and she is doing something that has never been done before. I want to support her not because I agree with her on every issue but because she is a fellow woman and damn, the world of politics is rough on women. I find myself rooting for her, wanting to see her succeed, praying for her to lead with wisdom and honesty. I catch myself sending her positive energy hoping she can sense the support. I have to be honest. Before this November's elections I had never heard of her but knowing how significant it is for her to be the first female Speaker of the House makes me want to e-mail her, send her a Christmas card, light a candle for her, add her name to my nightly prayer, whatever I can do to let her know there are women out here cheering for her.
Every day I see, hear about, and read about women taking both small and large steps towards claiming their voice, stepping into their power, owning their lives. One thing this blog has done for me is provide me with a place to record what this experience has been like for me. One thing this blogging community has provided me with is the precious opportunity of bearing witness to the experiences you all are living. And ladies, in case you don't know it let me just tell you, "YOU ROCK!", not to mention how you inspire me daily. Posting a poem about sex may not seem like a big deal but in truth it is a very big deal. Using the word 'fuck' for the first time in a post may not seem like much, and some may even turn their noses up at it, but it represents something much larger. It's a step towards breaking free of everything (the past, other people's opinions, beliefs that don't fit anymore, etc.) that has held you back. And god knows, so many of us, myself included, have been holding back for far too long.
Today I want to celebrate all the steps, both big and small, we take to break free, to throw open the doors, to grow into our fullness, whether it be posting a poem about sex (knowing your mother may read it), using the word fuck (knowing your mother may hear it), starting your own business, sharing your grief with the world, daring to live your creative dreams, expressing your deepest emotions through art, telling your story, trusting your vision, or becoming Speaker of the House. Today I lift my margarita to Nancy Pelosi, to Liz, to my tribe, to you my fellow pilgrims, and to myself because every time we are brave enough, ambitious enough, tired enough, scared enough, stupid enough, fed up enough, wise enough, to do something different, something we've never done before, something that adds to our fullness, we show the world that we are enough...and the earth moves a little under our feet. I know it does. I can feel it. Can't you?