As I walked to take this photo during the Women's March On Washington in D.C., I shook. I was hoping I'd look believable and wondered if people would see an unsure girl pretending to be a confident woman for a photo op. I questioned whether I was worthy enough to stand in defiance of a system I felt was closing in around me the same weekend I ran towards rubber bullets and teargas. I questioned my deserving of this moment. I remember as I raised my fist to the air a smile washed over me, it felt different than I expected.
I felt grace in every cell of my body.
I knew this was how I would experience my true power for the rest of my life.
Even though we may all feel out grounded power differently- I wouldn't have known mine if I hadn't put one foot in front of the other day after day fighting for something I believed in. Maybe some of us don't feel it until we stand up consistently for what we hold as sacred. I didn't know id then but Standing Rock was my training ground, my crash course in finding the fierce and unstoppable power in my grace.
If you haven't felt that yet, if fear or insecurity still make you shake when you stand up, keep going. Keep standing up. Keep listening. Keep deciding to show up for the sacredness that fills this whole world with unwavering grace. I promise, you'll know what I mean sooner or later.