Each time the number of days drops closer to Obama’s last and President Elect’s first, my stomach flips.
But first I want to say that miracles abound. People are waking. Voices are waking. VOICES ARE WAKING.
And not just that, I had a conversation with a long estranged loved one who voted for the President Elect, and we were able to talk civilly about issues that concerned us both–addiction, inequity, informed citizenry, role models–this despite dozens of personal landmines of anguish between us.
There is great suffering on the horizon, and may it serve to not only break our hearts but to awaken them into greater consciousness, compassion and conviction.
70 dayz 