There were two planes, two trains, a laundromat, a bus and a rental car involved since I left.
I am grateful to be having dinner and a not-cold old speckled hen in the place I’ll be laying my head tonight. That was way enough traveling today!
There were two planes, two trains, a laundromat, a bus and a rental car involved since I left.
I am grateful to be having dinner and a not-cold old speckled hen in the place I’ll be laying my head tonight. That was way enough traveling today!
My paints are currently ready to board a big plane. (That’s what she said, **rim shot**)
In this life, so much of what we cannot control is caustic. The intrusive things we see, hear and smell make their way into our lives on a regular basis. If a painting can take you away from the crap out there, and help you scrape the day away, that’s appeal. — Gail Griffiths
Hope and Memory have one daughter and her name is Art, and she has built her dwelling far from the desperate field where men hang out their garments upon forked boughs to be banners of battle. O beloved daughter of Hope and Memory, be with me for a little.
1893
William Butler Yeats. The Celtic Twilight.
I’ve been laughing (at times with more ease than others) about leaving the country the day after the election. Airports still running, I’d allow.
Mom and I sat down last night to watch what I thought would be the typical media hype/yammering followed by the moment of deflation – it’s over and it wasn’t such a big deal after all. Except of course, many of us thought we’d have this happy moment of having elected the first woman president and then we could get on about our business of wondering what all the hype was about.
When the first results started scrolling though… not as expected by most. About an hour in, the on-screen faces changed. What was going on.
And of course the rest is, as they say, history.
Went to bed. Didn’t sleep very well. The cats didn’t either. Woke up. Here we are.
I’m so sad for my young co-workers who have suffered that first stunning loss – when all looks so bright and hopeful in the future and then things don’t go as intended. I’m sad for all of us who believe and stand behind ideals like equality and fairness for everyone, and who want to offer our hand to those in the world who need help.
Who knows what will happen now. I sure don’t. I do know that I’ll probably get asked a lot of questions about what happened and what will happen and I’m not sure I can speak to the future.
I urge all my friends and family though to remember that what happened is part of what America is and more importantly WE are what America is. This is not the time to withdraw into hopelessness and darkness. This is the time to shine the light of goodness and community and hope and to work hard to achieve, on a neighborhood, community, state and national level, all the things we think are important: inclusiveness, commitment, fairness, accountability. All the things.
Don’t let fear win. This is still our country and we are responsible for seeing it through and keeping it on the correct path. That calls for our time, our words and our money and more importantly us. Our ideas, our willingness to listen, to discuss, to communicate clearly and understandably, to allow for differences, to forgive and our ability to move forward — these all will bring us through to whatever comes next.
To all my friends and co-workers who found yourself singled out during the campaign for your personal or religious preferences or race or country of origin or gender, I love and support you. I hope this is the moment that creates a space to make our country a much better place.
We have work to do.
I got up and out and went to vote. I was number 102. There was a little line for the balloting machine but that dissipated quickly. Once in the booth to mark my ballot I was surprised at the strength of the moment that here I was voting for a woman for president. I read across the line and filled in my circles. Went out and watched the machine take in the sheet and “ballot successfully cast” and away I went.
Driving away I realized although I could visualize the first line of the ballot I really could not say I’d looked for or seen the other presidential candidate’s name. Rather bizarre. I guess I let the historic side of the moment overcome all the worry and anger and all.
Last night the other guy’s ads were angry and ugly. At ten o’clock there was a simple ad from Clinton talking about where we want the country to go. Solid, unifying, inclusive. That was the end of the campaign for me. I was more than ready to vote.
If you haven’t yet – get yourself out there there and do your civic duty. That’s real patriotism.
On Intuition: Someone on line asked me, how to use intuition. Well, intuition works best when you remember that “tuition” is part of it. You need to have paid ahead of time (ie done your prep work) so as to prepare the ground for intuition.

