What a week this has been.From the dark night of 11/9 (the entire day, that is), to the dismal, nearly debilitating, disgust, despair and despondency of the next day, to all of the other "D words" and stages of grief those of us of like mind and heart have been working through the past few days ...
Some of us talk in hushed voices - in offices and hallways and on street corners. In coffee shops. In other "safe" spaces - like Mexican restaurants. We share the words and sound bites that speak to us on social media. Maybe not caring as much about offending the "others" as before. (Wondering: Perhaps I should have stopped caring about that a lot sooner. Would it have made a difference?)
I'm really sick of screaming obscenities at the radio in the car until my voice is hoarse. I'm tired of feeling like puking every time I hear ... whatshisname's voice. I'm tired of being sick and tired.
It's like living in a piece of dystopian fiction. Nope. Nope. Nope. Can't go there.
As always, I'm desperately seeking silver linings. Here are a few:
- Stephen Colbert and healing laughter! (Without this feeling that the apocalypse is upon us, I might not have taken the time watch these videos!)
- Remembering Schoolhouse Rock - I forgot how much I enjoyed those clips as a kid!
- Finding and connecting with kindred spirits and making new friends locally, across the country and around the globe
- Safety pins and similar positive symbols of solidarity and hope
- Science - remember science?
- The wise and wonderful Warren Buffett
- And yes - gasp - even beginning to tentatively talk with Trump supporters in my "village" to try to understand what happened, where we can find common ground and how we can heal and live together and ...
Puppies! Babies! Sunshine! Blue skies! Walking on two feet!
There is hope.
