photo by Lameece Gregorchik
Where multiple generations traveled the path north, these Kennebunkport monarchs will cover the entire distance home. Flying, resting then flying again to journey's end, these butterflies have mettle. Forward progress is encumbered as they bob, weave, wheel and flutter. But they stay with it, onward and aloft, because they know, they just know that inaction is no longer an option. They're survivors. Collectively. Individually.
The same applies to the women seeking Amirah. For now, perhaps for always, I'll never know their names, that they might make the journey to wholeness in safety. But each of them, each of these remarkable, beautiful, courageous women of moxie and mettle, who, like us, will bob, weave and wheel along the path to peace, health and restoration, are exquisite human beings. Let's take to the air and ride with them over Half The Sky.
by Kathleen Luz
linguist, professional writer/editor and contemplative
Half The Sky