It’s only two hours until Ireland’s third annual March for Choice. Which means, by the way, that if you’re local and you somehow haven’t heard of it until now, I strongly recommend getting your walking boots on, like, now.
I’ve been finding it incredibly difficult to find words to talk about Ireland an abortion recently. Not something that’s been a problem in the past, but sometimes things get too overwhelmingly godawful to look at, you know? There’s a level of anger, sadness and helplessness in the face of overwhelming inertia that sometimes gets too hard to bear.
Luckily, the ever-eloquent Danielle has put things far more clearly and succinctly than I can manage right now.
Even bloggers have to pay the bills! Monthly subscriptions- no matter how small- help give me the security to devote time to this place and keep a roof over my head:
How did this end up going? Was unable to make it.
It was amazing. 5000 people attended, according to the Irish Times. It was a wonderful, positive, hopeful day.
I also made it to some of the after events- in particular a Speak Out. I can’t talk about the details of what was told there, of course, but.. it was painful and supportive and so damn important that it happens. It’s been less than two years since I first heard an Irish person talk in public about having had an abortion. To be in a room with handfuls speaking about their experiences was.. intense and filled with so much sadness and so much hope.
This is good.