Friday, October 12, 2012

Monarchs of Half the Sky

Maine Monarch
photo by Lameece Gregorchik
On an already extraordinary late September day, it was one of those moments that overwhelm you with wonder. I'd accepted a last-minute invitation to kayak with friends off the coast of Kennebunkport, Maine. Paddling along the coast then out to Goat Island, we're buoyed by sun-dappled water as clear as a tropical lagoon. And then we saw them - all around us. Gossamer wings deckled in orange and black, powering through the air. Dozens upon dozens upon a hundred monarch butterflies taking to the air in their annual migration south toward Texas and Mexico, beginning an epic voyage over land and water. I was witnessing the symbol of Amirah's women, writ large.

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

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