Wednesday, November 9, 2016

The day after.

There is so much that can be said. That has been said. I am shattered. Crushed. Parts of myself that have always kept an optimistic flame alive have dimmed. I never, ever in a million years imagined it was possible. Today feels like a funeral. I have spent most of the day in tears unable to move forward. I will continue to mourn and then I will mobilize with my fellow warriors.  The basest parts of me want to point fingers and name call the ‘others’ as bigots, racists, misogynists and on and on.  But then I am becoming what I condemn. And then I am spreading anger and hate and rage.


So I will sit shiva for as long as I need and then I will turn this into a search for a deeper meaning. There is a spiritual lesson in all of this.  Many probably. What I can see for now is that this country, this world, needs some softness and tender loving care. We need some hugs. Acceptance and openness. I need to work harder to understand the other side. To hear what I don’t agree with and talk about it. I need to soften. Slow down and really find what it means to be compassionate. I hear it so often mentioned but I see it so rarely exercised. If I can learn to be more loving and offer that to my partner, my daughter, strangers who challenge me, leaders who vex me then I feel that something good can grow from this and that helps me find some purpose in all of this darkness. 

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

#IMWITHHER




Nov. 8th, 2016.


A momentous day. I woke up early, enthused, anxious, emotional & nervous.  Today we are going to make history. Today is the day we will elect the first female president. I have been telling my daughter about this day for a few weeks now (she was too young to fully understand) but that didn't matter.  I put on her feminist t-shirt and her Dad and I went to our local polling place. There was a communal, electric energy. Lots of parents brought their children & were explaining the process and the privilege of voting. There was an excitement in the air. Hope in the air. It was incredible.  Regardless of what happens, I want my daughter to always know that anything is possible for her. ANYTHING. I’ve been telling her that since day 1 but when you get to punch a ballot for a female president it becomes experiential, not just some cliched parental mantra.