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It was a sweltering hot but beautiful day in Chicago today.

This morning my friend and I were walking together in the “Families Belong Together” March in Chicago.  We were observing the signs the marchers were carrying, and she said, “I now know what sign I could have made: ‘I am the daughter of a refugee.'”  I reflected and realized that I had a connection, too.  My great grandfather also was a refugee, a priest fleeing the Ukraine during the time of Stalin and the USSR.  Suddenly I had another reason I was there.

Sometimes I don’t know how I want to navigate the politically-charged waters. I don’t have all of the answers.  There are many sides to every issue.  I value harmony.  I also value discussion.

I do know that I liked the positive title of the march and many of the messages I heard at the rally today.  There’s something magical about people coming together.  There’s a magic and an energy when people participate in a movement, share ideas, and come together for positive change.

I came today intending to be a supportive and peaceful presence — and to march!  And so I did.   I was also gifted something beautiful — a reminder of a very special refugee, one who was a reason I am here today.

Much love and many blessings. ❤

Comments on: "Great Granddaughter of a Refugee" (2)

  1. amazing blog

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