I’m just back from the Women Deliver conference in Copenhagen, a convening on the health, rights and well-being of girls and women that takes place every three years. The conference dynamically engaged some 5,500 people from 169 countries, with 20% under 30 years of age and all of whom came with their energy, ideas, strategies and solutions for change.
One of the participants under 30 was Yemurai Nyone, Founder and Advisor, Dot Youth Organization and 2013 Women Deliver Young Leader, Zimbabwe who spoke at the opening plenary and who said “My strength [as a man] is not defined by the weakness of others.… Continue Reading
I’ve just arrived back on my boat in Sausalito from being in Australia. A couple of days after my return I open my hatch and watch a man with a pirate hat rowing toward shore. Hi, he says with a grin, although in my mind it’s more har, har. I’m back in Sausalito, Grateful Dead territory.
And back on campaign turf. The Presidential campaign feels like a microcosm of what’s playing out in the wider world. At one end of the spectrum there’s fear and greed trumping all and at the other a genuine citizen powered movement for social justice.… Continue Reading
“Caring for myself is not self indulgence, it is self preservation, and that is an act of political warfare.”
A Burst of Light: Essays
This is a long-time-coming letter, erupting like a dormant volcano, stirred and spurred by a convening of women’s human rights activists in Eastern Europe and Central Asia and held in Batumi on the edge of the Black Sea.
It’s a surreal series of flights on smallish planes hopping from London to Riga to Minsk to Batumi that brings me to the convening.… Continue Reading
Arriving into Cairo I catch my first sight of the Nile: ancient, flowing, mythical … There is something about the energy of this place – in the old city, in the alleyways and souks…in spite of the violence, the riots and the crackdowns…and I am so glad to be here.
The ancient rhythms are still much in evidence, even in Zamalak quarter, home to embassies and expats. I can see the Nile from my hotel room – it feels like a mystic river thread unspooled, weaving under Qasr El Nil Bridge with the humdrum of local life there and then so far beyond.… Continue Reading
The stories of women who had escaped ISIS from when I was in Istanbul were still very much on my mind as we flew into Beirut. My sense of the city was a place under siege, in spite of a vibrant café culture. At this stage the elections were still to take place and the outcome – a continuation of repression – was still a possibility rather than reality.
We arrived in Beirut late in the afternoon and walked the tiny curvy lanes and steep steps past smashed stone buildings bumping against elegant frames.… Continue Reading
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