Category: Politics and Other Unpleasantries

The November morning is damp and gray. Soaked leaves coat the sidewalk and cling to the street. The houses seem still. No one is about. It is just barely past a gray dawn, and I am walking. Yard light sensors go on as I walk by. I am being rained on. If I am going to be serious about being fit, I better be serious and just do it. I am furious.

My pace is brisk. I see 2 pairs of ducks floating on the retention pond as I pass by. Early birds chatter in the trees. A train whistles in the distance. I am furious.

White supremacy has politically raped we women. Again. And this is both from white men, and tragically, white women. The nightmare will soon commence. I am furious.

As I turn a corner on the sidewalk, my soul whispers to me. “We got this. We are working on correcting this.” Then you damn well better speed it up, I whisper back. I am furious.

My soul is not silenced. It is gentle. “In the most horrific of Bad, there is still good. In the Good, there is no bad. Good is more powerful than Bad. Find the Good. Embrace it. Harvest it. 20 seconds is all it takes.” I walk. My rain suit crinkles in the quiet with each step. I am focused.

I hear the train whistle and for 20 seconds, I hear and feel the serenity in it. The birds chatter and for 20 seconds, I hear the songs of purpose. I pass the 2 pairs of ducks on the pond, and for 20 seconds, I admire their calm, their grace. I am thoughtful. We women and our evolved men fought for the good and dignity of humanity, for truth and integrity, and came together.

My good friends and good women and evolved men everywhere
…we are not done. Self care. Heal. Your soul will whisper to you. Embrace each Good and harvest it for 20 seconds. When we embrace even the smallest speck of Good, it will seek out other Good and connect deeper. My soul whispers to me again. “You can create your own Good, too.”

You are good people. In your intense pain you are still kind, still focused, still compassionate. Be strong. Do not give the rapists an inch. But don’t hesitate to plant your Good on fertile ground. It will be embraced. It will grow the way to truth, integrity, and the power to correct this nightmare.

I walked up my street on my way to my home, my rain suit dripping from the warm drizzle. A dog barked. A woman walked to her car. People were waking up.

We will make sure they all do. And so it beings…with us. With Good. We WILL bring our country through this wall and out the other side, intact. How? I don’t know yet. I’m still in self care mode. But I do know this: our souls will whisper to us the how, the when, the where. We are not alone.

Go in peace and Good, my friends. ‘Til we meet again.