I’m wearing my red today in solidarity of all the women in the world. I’m not participating in the strike, but it is good to call to mind what would happen if it were possible to do that. I’m an educator–can you imagine if every educator went on strike? How about health workers? Women nursing their babies? How about women giving birth? Women have so many people’s very lives in their hands, not to mention just keeping society functioning.
What will wearing red do? To begin with, it starts me, the wearer, thinking about the plight of women in the world. The problems seem so entrenched and unchangeable, but we can make a difference. I have to believe it; we all do. I could quote statistics at you about the way women are mistreated, abused and marginalized in the world but I do not know all of them off the top of my head. We all can pick one area that is important to us and get educated about the extent of the problem. Then we can look for ways to support the change.
This morning I spent time putting on makeup because I have a meeting with people I don’t see very often, and I wanted to look as pretty as possible. I wanted to be ornamental, but as I type this, I realize that I am more than an ornament. I have a heart and mind and soul. Men do not have to wear eyeliner and mascara to be taken seriously and acceptable. I’m going to go in and wash off all of my makeup. If you see me today tell me that I am beautiful. I will smile and say “Thank you” and realize that you are talking about my soul.
She was glass:
Past the twinkling stars
as inevitable in that last tragic arc
Oh the ache of memories…
Oh the lonely rush of wind…
backward and upward.
And that sound?
Was it the sound of the last puzzle piece clicking into place
or the soft but final shattering
of her dreams?
She was, after all, only an ornament.