Yesterday was one big chunk of a slice of life and I have the privileged to share it with thousands of people that went worldwide to the streets to support women. I got so much energy and excitement on the streets that I don´t know how to convey them in words. I feel that maybe pictures might transmit my feelings better. However, we produced so many photos with our phones that the saying One image is worth more than thousand words might not be true either. We have arrive to the point that we don’t have time to select the best of the crop.
Here are some of the emotions and feelings that started to appear in my body and mind before, during and after the march yesterday:
Anxious when I couldn’t find at home one of the three books I wanted to return to the library after the march. Only a librarian is kooky enough to wanting to do that at 11 pm.
Free when I was biking down the hill and I got the air and sun on my skin.
Amazed to see so many people when I arrived at Seville.
Appalled to see on signs simulating tombstones the names of so many women who have died due to gender violence.
Humoured to have found my friend Jorge and his wife Ángeles and their friend Pilar at the march.
Sad that my husband didn’t want to come with me (I know I have to give him time).
Comforted by the energy around me.
Wondering what would happened if we didn’t have a camera on our phones.
Energized with the drummers and their drums
Optimistic to see so many young people of all walk of lives and genders embracing each other.
Smiling at the sign of Little Red Riding Hood.
Thankful to be in the middle of it.
Stunned that we still need to march.
Hungry after four hours of marching.
Prepared when I sat down in the middle of Plaza Nueva to eat two oranges and drink some tea I brought in my backpack.
Dismayed when I realized it was 11 pm. and I still needed to go to the public library to return the books.
Cracked up when I saw the sign The women strike back since in Spanish we seldom can’t mention a noun without an article.
Tempted of going home and forget about being responsible.
Determined not to get tempted.
Happy I got rid of the one day overdue books.
Sweaty biking uphill back home.
Uneasy with the quietness of the night.
Relieved of being able to listen to an audio book while biking home that distracted me of fears.
Marveled by the life of Sonia Sotomayor in her My beloved world that gave me strenght to keep pedaling.
Pleased to see the tree in Castilleja de Guzman that tells me that I am almost home.
Proud of been gifted with that day.
Combative with my husband for not have accompanied me.
Unfair for not wanting to listening.
Understanding when I hear his reasoning.
Unrepentant of all that happened.
Reconciled with my past, my present and my future.
Happy to go to bed.