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from issue one : inspiration
luciajournal : stories
The business of making a dream come true is not for the faint of heart. We are not given maps, and there are no clear answers about how to get there from here...
We do not belong only to ourselves, we belong also to our culture, and in a culture that demands we use our bodies less and less, walking is more and more - a revolutionary act.
Daily Notes, From the Editor -- February is sure off to a roaring start, moving so fast we are nearly halfway through. I finally sat down today to write a few notes and as soon as I did, my sister went into labor. The world never stops. I'll share more about my new niece (!!!) when the time is right. But for today, I wanted to fill you in on the exciting adventures and news from my past two weeks...
By Sarah Childers. I come from one of the quietest places on earth. There is a difference between quiet and silence. Quiet feels like being held. It is the contented squeak of something small and furred sleeping curled into itself. Silence is the unsaid, bound and gagged.
The morning after Inauguration Day we waited in a crowd along Jackson Street to join the Seattle Womxn’s March. Behind us, a tofu factory. Across the street, an art school. Above us, blue sky and later, after we had passed, a pair of eagles.
Daily Notes, From the Editor -- "If you had the chance to go to outer space, would you take it?" He asked me this question from across the table as he poured my tiny cup of Thai Jasmine tea and we waited for our curry to be served...
I woke with these words falling from my mouth, "The women are marching. The women are marching. The women are marching..."