I love World Pulse. I have been thinking of writing a diary introducing them to those who are unaware of their Global presence and significant impact. The song “She Changes Everything She Touches and Everything She Touches Changes” is so very true at World Pulse. Like here, anyone with internet connection can sign in and start writing, according to the rules. You can also sign up to offer your skills in service to women around the Globe to assist women in little villages in africa to large cities in india. You can also volunteer for a variety of duties, like rah rah cheer on submitted stories that are assignments during training periods.
common themes are need for menstrual pads, which is biggest factor keeping girls home from school. Domestic violence. girls education. rape. disability. education. women starting cottage industries of variety of ideas to serve the local needs.
Some years ago a woman in an africa country (sorry do not remember which one, and i wanna get outside in the sun yet i wanna get this posted, you can scan thru to find) through connection with World Pulse was able to legislate in her country making it illegal to perform clitorectomies and vulvectomies. Genital Mutilation of little girls.
Though the stories are frequently atrocious herstories of women, the courage and stamina and persistence and hope and accomplishments are all so amazing.
A number of years ago they held a story contest and Time (I think) had committed to publishing the winner. in the end time published more like 5 of the top, and several other global zines also printed the stories.
Since I am in Portland now and again, I stopped in their office. What a small group of awesome young women doing amazing effective global activism.
their twitter account:
World Pulse @WorldPulse
World Pulse is a social networking platform connecting women worldwide for change.
This story is what prompted me to write this diary, because while reading it I could only think of how it is here under this current regime.
www.worldpulse.com/…
SOUTH SUDAN: The Shade of My Skin, The Length of My Neck
KADI_LOKULE
Posted January 31, 2019
For Kadi Lokule, civil war in South Sudan meant living in fear of being targeted for her appearance—an experience that has shaped her vision for peace.
“‘You look like our enemies,’ the soldier screeched. ‘What proves otherwise?’”
Love, Light, and Laughter to all of you.
Now I need to go get ready to head to Eugene to lead a dance in our regular circle: