Whatever Lies Ahead

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No, I'm not happy with the outcome of the elections, but the people have spoken, and as my son reminds me about all kinds of things, it is what it is. 

Of course I'm worried about the mental and physical health of girls and women in this country.  And I'm so very worried about our Guatemalan friends, whose sons were not born in this country, but whose daughters were.  They are a loving, hard working family who are so very vulnerable right now -- and they know it. And I'm worried too for the brave people of Ukraine, who have fought so hard for their autonomy, for the right to be Ukrainians. 

But the one thing I'm learning, is that my worry and fear and anxiety doesn't serve me or my loved ones.  This is where prayer/therapy/journaling/talking to friends/volunteering /making art or cookies comes in useful. Basically, finding ways to shift the worry and feeling of hopelessness into something more active and productive. It doesn't work all the time, but it helps.  

I'm grateful to Kamala Harris for accepting her loss with grace and dignity. She's a good role model for me, a reminder that loss needn't come with giving up.  

I'm reminded that more than ever, this is the time to take care of ourselves, our loved ones, our neighbors -- no matter who they voted for. Because we will be needed to make soup for our sick friends, to show up to weddings and funerals with full hearts, to join the groups that help the most vulnerable members of our society.  

This is the time to show our children what kindness and generosity look like. To check in with new moms and elderly neighbors who may be struggling. To use our voices to stand up against racism and prejudice of all kinds when we are able. 

And maybe it's time to take a break from the relentless bombardment of news.  At least, that's what I'm planning on doing.  More detective, cooking and comedy shows for me. More time to sit outside with my husband and watch the thrushes enjoying their crazy morning splashes in the bird bath.  More time to gather my strength and resources, so I can see more clearly how to navigate whatever lies ahead.  




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