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. ❤