A Life of Purpose Can Stir Up Your Ire!
Upon this choice of community service and political purpose I have the guilt of not posting here Since September of last year. "WHAT?" -- I say to myself....."but you posted on Facebook..." (doesn't count, I say to myself). "But you have been writing emails of encouragement to others..." again, I say (doesn't count, my friend).
Well...an election happened. The outcome what most of the women in the country did not want. After several weeks of grief, and consoling others, a newly defined purpose of activism. There have been rallies, town halls, leadership to organize these. Sometimes I feel that my retirement has been put on hold...including my love of writing.
The wonderful thing about this, is women, women of all ages are again engaged. Of course, I have decided to stay involved...but there are many, many more volunteers that I can help educate, delegate, and get them to take our place. As many of the women my age meet and discuss the possibilities of getting women to run for office...most of us say the same thing..."I can't believe I have to fight this 'shit' again". It would seem that there were many women who followed our lead...but they did not. Time to engage.
So with that...Grandma Bessie is still on hold. But she is not forgotten. Pictures fell out of box -- of her the other day-- a gentle reminder that her own story has not be told. So the picture below says it all to my own diversion of purpose. My feminism level has been raised to a lather. My concern for our country is valid. I will give it my all...just like my father, and grand-father, and great-grandfather...all who fought in this country in wars. This is our war...the Woman's War, and it needs to be solved.