Day 9. A day of reflection… #sol19 #solsc

slice-of-life_individualMarch 9th:

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.

 

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Pleased to see the tree in Castilleja de Guzman that tells me that I am almost home
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Day 8. Today is not about resisting or celebrating… #SOL19 #SOLSC

slice-of-life_individualMarch 8th:

Today is not about resisting or celebrating. It’s about achieving, and getting our words out, and never, ever give up.

Since we were little, they told us to keep our inside voices, to be “feminine”, and not to raise our voices too much. I think it´s time to change that. We can do it politely, with care but do it. Your voice counts, your voice is valuable. “Your silence gives consent.”

Today I am marching for all the women that came before me and all the ones that are going to walk after me. I want them all free, alive, treated with respect and equity.

I am marching for my mom. I wished I understood earlier that many of her flaws were a way of hiding some of my dad´s. I wish she were here today, and we could march and talk about what means to be a woman. It took me too long to accept that I was one.

I am marching for my aunts Blanca, Marisi, Tere, Anamara, Cecilia, Ángela, Chabela, Lucy, Mabel, Elenita, Beatriz, Carmen and Uchi.

I am marching for all my women cousins that are too many to mention or count. For sure I will forget one.

I am marching for mi abuelita Käty and mi abuela Matilde, and my own daughter (who has the same name as my mom´s mom) and all her women friends who are somehow also part of me.

I am marching for all my women friends around the world, especially the one that I left behind in Chile and the US, and the ones that keep me going here in Spain.

I am marching for all my nieces: Chelsea, Francisca, Jenna, Claudia, Shelby, Sofi, Morgan, Luzma, Madison, Maca, Aubri, Nena, Kathryn, Georgia and Milena.

I am marching for my sister Isa, and my sisters-in law Laura, Vivi, MaryAnn, Alejandra, Marji, Colleen, Mariana, Quinn, and Wendy.

I am marching for my mother-in-law who raised seven children (one of them very stubborn hahaha) on a ranch when things were not easy and she was widowed at 46.

I am marching for all men who still think supporting women´s rights is against their masculinity and own rights. I hope they realize that We Should All Be Feminists.

I am marching for all the men who believe in us and march along with us.

I am marching in memory of my cousin Trini,  who was a strong, faithful, loyal, funny and resilient woman.  She was my best and closest friend in high school and college. We were so close that people thought that we were twins, and we were so proud of that. We fell in love with the same things, careers, and similar boys. We both were heart and hard headed women, and enjoy to laugh about ourselves. Trini raised six amazing human beings, and inspired thousands with the Montessori school Ciudadela in Santiago, Chile that she started in 1996, when she was pregnant of her fifth child, her daughter Ángela.

I am marching for her, and her daughters Mapi, Cata and Ángela that I bet they would have loved to march with Trini today. I am marching with Trini in my heart and in my skin because I am wearing a t-shirt that belonged to her. She was running too fast that left us all behind too soon.

Whom are you marching for?

#8M #IWD2019 #bewareoffastwomen #teextrañoprimadelalma

Trini and I
Trini and I, mellizas forever
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I am marching today wearing a T-shirt that belonged to my cousin Trini. #bewareoffastwomen

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Mati and I
Because I miss my daughter today and always
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“Quien calla otorga” – “Your silence gives consent.”