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I’m about to get on a plane for 12 hours and fly straight into the face of the unknown.
 
I’m not heading in for a family trip, holiday, or celebration. I’m making this difficult, time-consuming trek because I feel compelled. Something is pulling me. I must go.
 
New friends, old friends, and whoever I meet along the way will all be a part of this wave of energy. A hopeful turn of the tides. A show of change, positivity, and unity.
 
I have witnessed firsthand what women can accomplish when they organize. It is empowering, bold, and beautiful. When we set aside our differences and focus on our commonalities, we can break down barriers. Build bridges.
 
Discover how we are the same and the differences no longer seem to matter. We may define “best” for our families differently and approach it in various ways—there is no one path in life—but we are all trying our best.
 
My good friend, Clara Wiggins, talks about the uncertainty of our country, of our world, and of our futures here.

 

“But as expats, it really is something we all have to deal with. From terrorism events to job cuts, whether it be our own decision (as it is at the moment) or one made for us, not knowing exactly what lies ahead is part and parcel of this life. It doesn’t make it any easier, but it is something we all go through.”—Clara Wiggins

 
Facing the unknown in tumultuous times is worrisome, stressful, and challenging. I prefer to take action when I can and bring things back into my sphere of control thinking to myself, “What can I do to help?” 
 
And that is why I am getting on a plane tomorrow and heading off into the unknown. While the unknown may be scary I am not letting it have control over me. 
I expect to return with a new vision, passion, and understanding of the world around me or at least an understanding of who I am meant to be in this world.

 

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.”  Marianne Williamson

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  • Margaret Howland

    Dearest Lisa, how I wish I was going to.be with you this weekend! I bought your mom a shirt to wear..so sorry I didn’t get one for you. Maybe she will let you have a turn, and if so, feel loved, please. Feel lived in whatever you wear! And we will be here in Bennington, demonstrating, possibly marching..the plan is a bit uncertain but we are going to a rally at noon, while recording your March of course! “We” are Grandpa, Rachel and her girls, and me. We will all be thinking of you and wishing we were there. Very much love, and a whole lot of pride, Grandma.

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