If there was ever a desperate call for peace, this is the time.
I'm so upset. I've been listening to NPR non-stop. I watched CNN and NBC all night. I dreamed about numbers, colors, parties and devastation. I slept unsoundly for three hours. I awoke at four this morning in sheer despair. Not only about the final results of the election. But also because I am acutely aware of how divided we really are as a nation. Even in our own voting system -- the unbeatable two-party system -- no matter what our political stance, we fight - Democrat against Republican.
I'm not surprised by the results of the voting polls. I do have my strong beliefs about how our president gets to smear fear and hate all over us for the next four years. I'm angry that we, as a nation, are allowing this to happen ... again!
I'll get over it. I'll work through it. I did last time. But what the hell has to happen for us to wake up? How much worse can things get before we realize how corrupt our system is -- how deceitful our president is! Our president does not speak for me. He's not interested in my issues, my beliefs, my campaigns. And by "my" I mean anyone who doesn't think exactly like him. This dictatorship disgusts me. The US is a laughing stock. I am no longer proud to be an American in today's America. It pains me to say that. I ache in the pit of my soul. I miss our United States.
I agree we must find a way to put our differences aside and come to a common ground to band together as a nation. That's the ultimate goal. I'm not suggesting we keep our mouths shut and deny our truth and beliefs (ha! that will never happen). I'm saying, find a thread where we cross over in those clashing areas. Find ways to see and hear one another with open minds and hearts - without the risk of feeling threatened, minimized or discounted.
But right now I'm too pissed off! In order to get remotely close to that common place of understanding, I have to recognize and respect these rageful feelings by giving them space to be heard. Only when I honor all parts of my process will I find that place of acceptance, and allow what is to be what is.
I'll get there. I just need to get this out so I can move on.
The quote above is something I've seen in a friend's house for the last five years. Every time I read it, it's as if I'm noticing it for the first time. And each 'first time' I'm profoundly affected by its meaning. Perhaps the events of this election were what was needed for me to remember it as truth.