I called my friend Desirée yesterday to ask a solid favor from her. Perhaps. That was the pretense really. I called her because I feel a need to hold my breath as this giant wave of discontent approaches and I need to slide down deep under the current to let it pass over me. I need to be able to hold my breath, to be ready to come back up and to swim strongly out of the rip current. I am a strong swimmer, but these waves are dark and fast and are crashing down, threatening to take us onto the rocks.
I have been quiet these 6 months, resting and refocusing. Making ready for what lies ahead. Des and I talked about transition and all that comes with it and what we need to find in it. Community. Community is what I left in Vermont. I knew who I was in my community. I knew who I was in my life, but all of that changed. Des and I talked about the inauguration, the Women’s march and the new executive orders that have been signed. We talked about the feelings and what we experienced on Saturday.
She was in Santa Fe, in her new home and I in Boston. She spoke of the mass of people and the hope that they carried with them. She spoke of the community that was all around her. I spoke of Boston and how it was like Marathon Monday, with opening day at Fenway and the Red Sox playing the Yankees, but add to that a super bowl win. That was the 175 thousand that marched. But without the bravado. Without the drunk and brawling, over the top, chuckle heads with smeared paint on their faces. Without the winners and losers. It was like the best of Boston, the best of the world showed up and said we are here. We haven’t left. Justice and Equality showed up and with it babies in snugglies, kids holding signs, grandmothers and fathers, some using canes and some just wearing pink hats. The students and the doctors showed up after their shifts and the police stood witness to democracy in action. Hope showed up along with Everything is going to be alright.
Des told me that I needed to write this. I said, I have no idea what I said, you write it.
Then this morning my muse came back.
We know that storms come and that the currents and waves can do damage. The winds of war seem to be in the air as well. So we make ready. We store up our good will and our kindness and our ability to give to others our of our own stock when required. We batten down the hatches and bring in the boats. We hunker down and get grounded in our spaces and wait it out. And with some storms, we go out in the middle of it. We naturally seek to help others in times of need. Some people get caught in the storm. We go out to bring them in.
And with this political storm, we are all in this together. Not me from my side and you from yours. But all of us, at the same time. Make ready. Plan ahead and most importantly don’t lose hope. This too shall pass. It might be nasty now, but it will pass and those that can and should venture out into the middle of the mess will. Of that I am sure.
We are better than what the storm wants us to think.