“You may not always have a comfortable life and you will not always be able to solve all of the world’s problems at once but don’t ever underestimate the importance you can have because history has shown us that courage can be contagious and hope can take on a life of its own.” – Michelle Obama
The light is fading fast now as the hour approaches 4pm. Temperatures are forecast to plummet overnight and the winds today have already ushered in the chilly air.
October was an especially intense month, with company visiting and staying, a wedding, training for a half-marathon and working hard on voter advocacy and letter writing campaigns. Then COVID visited our house and left us out of commission for a bit, in addition to nixing racing in my first half-marathon in four years.
As a person who lives with simmering anxiety, I find that action eases my monkey mind and whirling thoughts. Otherwise, I would twist myself into a knot of terror. Though I would be lying to you if I didn’t say that I am nervous. It’s the day before the election, this one even more important than the last. This one the decider as to whether democracy lives another day or dies in the darkness of tyranny.
Friends and strangers alike are sharing their sense of unease and lack of peace. The constant, incessant diet of emotion laden news and “polling” has left some without hope. It is just too much. I get it. But like I said to someone a couple of weeks ago, “I am keeping my head down and doing the work.” Because that is what it takes to keep the lights on. I read the news, of course. And I also know which news is light on content and substance (i.e. cable ) and heavy on emotion and keeping you engaged. And I never pay attention to the polls. That’s just another unnecessary emotional investment. Grassroots activism operates on a different level. Our job is to educate and raise awareness and get people to the polls. It doesn’t make big news. But the work inspires me; it has brought groups of disparate people together for the common good. Every action, every conversation, every postcard or letter written is a form of positive energy. It gets you out of yourself and your worries-out of your own head.
This fight is a collective battle to save our nation. When someone asks me twenty years from now (or maybe even less) what I did for my country, what I did to help save democracy, I can tell them the part I played in it.
So I guess my questions for those known and unknown to me is this: What have you done? What are you doing? How will you help?
The sun is beginning to set now. A golden light hovers over the mountains and the winds remain steady. Tomorrow I will wake up early to witness the lunar eclipse- a blood moon. The earth, the sun, and the moon will be in total alignment. I’d like to hang onto hope and see it as a good omen for our future.