Half of us are hurting and half of us are celebrating. While the red-hat party is going on next door, let’s gather our tribe over here. Here’s the message, Loves. Keep on keeping on. Keep on loving. Keep on holding open doors (literal and metaphorical). And when the doors remain closed, keep on pounding those mothers down. It looked very hopeful for a while, didn’t it? Very. The women and men of Pantsuit Nation bonded over our anticipation. We cyber- danced and held hands in the spirit of love and encouragement. We can still do that. Yes we can.
The patriarchy did not die, Nov. 8, 2016. Unfortunately. Instead it reared up with huuuuuuuge force and blocked our long-dreamed about access. Sigh.
Three steps forward. Two steps back.
People frequently offer up platitudes to me: What a good mother I am. Blah blah. (My young adult daughter has autism.) Well, folks, I’m her mother. I am doing what mothers do. I love my child and I will do everything within my power that is reasonable to provide a good life for her. We got to do the same things for own ourselves, our own tribe. Right here. Right now. We have no other choice for our survival. Ya just do.
The financial markets belched and roiled with indigestion on the eve of Trump’s election. And, hell, I can’t change that.
I don’t like it. I think it sucks. All of it. But I’m not going to stop living. I’m not going to die because of it. I’m not going to become homeless. Some people will continue to be less fortunate. So I’m going to continue living and loving and sharing.
Look, we’re on this planet to learn. It looked like the immediate forecast was going to include an historic, cataclysmic ceiling shattering. But it didn’t happen. Instead, doom could happen. Doom, that is, in the future that is not yet born. But we aren’t going to prevent it by worrying about it. Present-time consciousness, people. Did the Buddha worry? Did Jesus? They kept on keeping on. And so can we.
Okay. Again. One step. Two steps….Breathe deep. We can do this. Change is hard. Damn straight it is.
PS: While much of this election has torn us apart, at least in the last few days, I feel like it’s brought a number of us together. I’ve met, heard and read more of your stories of hardship and loss. My heart has broken over your pain and swelled with greater, deeper love. My friends of another color, my friends of a different orientation, my people with disAbility, I regret and hate the fact of your pain wrought by hate rhetoric. And my sisters, we have been empowered by the most unlikely to empower. We are not done and we will not, must not stop. And now I must challenge myself to rid my own self of the hateful thoughts, the judgements, and have like compassion for those who chose a path I do not understand. One step….