Yesterday I didn’t march. I regret it a little….
OK, maybe I regret it a lot.
Seeing the inspiring photos of my friends making history all across the country made me slightly ashamed I was only experiencing a powerful movement on my Facebook newsfeed.
I’m working a TON right now, and Saturday was my only chance to get groceries, make food for the week, and take down my twinkle lights… so I stayed home.
I realize how hollow those excuses sound.
That said, I did have a wonderful day embracing beauty and diversity in my community.
See, I decided to walk to Trader Joe’s to get groceries and on my way I came across an absolutely incredible acapella quartet outside of the Pantages Theater.
They made my day.
They were like Boyz II Men x 10.
I stopped to watch them a second time on my way back because I loved them so much. (I donated twice. #duh)
I also took a video of their performance and shared it with my family. On a day when we were divided by politics, I felt blessed I could share something that unites us. Everyone loved it — Republican and Democrat alike.
You just can’t deny soul, after all.
While I’m never going to back down when it comes to my beliefs, I’m never going to turn my back on good people who disagree with me either, so I was happy to find something that could unite us. I love my family, and finding our common ground is crucial to me.
As if a surprise serenade weren’t enough, I also met a talented homeless man making art out of palm trees.
He was only asking for donations for his work.
I shared the photo — and the story — with my family. While politics and faith divide us, art unites us, so I was happy I could share this as well.
After I returned home, I made tomato soup, jammed to songs of resistance, and then I went to work at the Saloon.
If you want a taste of yesterday’s playlist here are a few highlights, in no particular order:
Fred Hammond, No Weapon
Dixie Chicks, Not Ready to Make Nice
Yolanda Adams, Never Give Up