MARCH FOR REFUGEES

It's easy to feel that, aside from a handful of real life friends and my carefully curated online bubble, I'm alone in feeling heavy and discouraged. It's reassuring to be reminded that isn't true.

We joined with thousands of others to march for refugees- our kids carrying signs they made and colored themselves.




The march was led through the streets by children who came to Utah as refugees. As they made their way through the parted crowd to get to the front, my tears started and I blinked them back the entire way.


Being there was healing- a balm for my soul.

It was a renewal of spirit.

It was love.

It was hope.

It was so very needed.

I'll be riding this high for awhile, trying to figure out how to tap into this much positive energy every month.




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