I’m in recovery – as many of us are – and I’m in shock.

I woke up Tuesday morning feeling so grateful that it was Election Day and that this ordeal which seems to have been going on for half my lifetime would finally be coming to a close.

I was so looking forward to having Kamala Harris as our President.  I’d really come to love her and admire her.  How did she manage to be so luminous and joyful after the grueling schedule she’d been through for months.  She was radiant.

I was excited by her policies and the way she talked about the work of the President.  I could imagine what a boost she’d give to all those meetings with global leaders.  She’s so intelligent and compassionate.  A great combination.  Some people don’t like her laugh, but I love that she laughs so easily.

She’s light hearted, but she’s not a light weight.

Monday of this week I booked my ticket to fly to Washington, D.C. for the Inauguration on MLK day – so auspicious.  I was eager to learn what events would be going on that weekend and ways I could participate.

And then Tuesday happened.  I went to bed around midnight Eastern feeling hopeful, but also concerned.  I woke up about 45 minutes later and checked my phone.  Georgia had gone red.  Ugh.  Okay.  Stay hopeful.  Go back to sleep.

I woke up at 5am and I didn’t want to check my phone.  I only wanted to go back to sleep.  Around 5:30am, I knew it was time to get up – no more sleeping for me.  I checked my phone.

F*ck.

I wasn’t particularly upset, but I didn’t like it.

I wasn’t angry, or frightened, but I definitely felt as though I was now living in an alternate illusion.  The usual illusion had slid sideways and now I was in a new script, a new timeline, a new false reality.

I felt shocked.  I still do.

A text came from my prayer partner in Arizona – 3:30 am where she was.  In our group chat, another 3:30am prayer partner spoke up – “let’s get on a call.”  We made coffee, talked about it, and how we felt.  We had all three really worked to help Kamala win.  One of my friends had done canvassing week after week after week for months in 110 degree temps.  A real effort.  She also personally made 1000 calls and trained others to canvass and call.

I helped get out 1500 postcards to swing states and our other friend had done a variety of things to get out the vote.  We were so looking forward to Madame President and, oh, the wonderful things she would do!  The joy she would spread!

Now, all of that had shifted, evaporated, withered like a beautiful rose on a hot tarmac and run over by a big dump truck.  We were left with nothing except a plan to deport 12 million people, tens of thousands of people fired and replaced with people who will be “loyal” to the leader, let women who needed healthcare bleed out in parking lots, dismantle the Department of Education, deregulate baby formula – the basics of Project 2025.

We all decided that Wednesday was a day for self-care.  Comfort foods.  Watching favorite old movies.  Curling up on the sofa.  Walking in the woods.  We would mourn what might have been.  Just for a day or so.  We would rest.

I didn’t exactly do that – I had classes to teach and I was glad for that.  I did a fair amount of woods walking with Bodhi and Sattva.  I cooked healthy food and focused on my classes.  I listened to a few of the pundits I’d been following and commiserated.

I don’t really want to make meaning of all of it.

I have zero desire to be angry or upset.

I don’t want to judge, attack and condemn.

I don’t know what anything is for, except I know that this is for us to not give up, and to be willing to Love more fully and work harder.  

But I don’t want to think about the work now.  Not yet.

I also don’t want to be fearful about the future, and Project 2025.  I don’t want to think about why their program calls for deregulating baby formula production or eliminating the Department of Education.  I can do that at another time.

You see, I’m an activist.  I’m a spiritual activist and, for me, that involves all areas of my life including politics.  I’ve been an activist since I was a child because my parents were activists in the civil rights and peace movements of the 1960’s and 1970’s and they brought me along.

For me, the most important thing in my life is to contribute to the great awakening and to support others in also bringing forth this great awakening.

I believe we can end all the ways that people project self-hatred outward, the racism, sexism, anger and divisiveness.  I believe we can heal all of that and move forward in the light.  And that’s the thing I’m dedicated to do doing.

I’m not going to stop.

I’m not giving up.

This is my life’s work.

I am here ONLY to be truly helpful.

My willingness is ALL that’s required.

I don’t have to rush myself, I can take time for recovery and healing if needed.

It won’t take long because I’m at Peace even though I’m not wild about what’s happening – we still have the opportunity to Love people through it.

We must take time to feel our feelings and be with our thoughts with healing as our intention.

It doesn’t help to pour gasoline on a fire of combustable negativity.  Instead, we can answer the cry for Love with Love. There’s a tremendous opportunity coming together and we don’t want to miss it.  Stay tuned.  Be willing.

In the meantime, I’m hosting a call tonite – Thursday, November 7:30 to 8:30pm Eastern.  Let’s get together on Zoom and just connect, be real with each other and not judge where we are.  It’s healthy to feel what we feel.  Let’s pray, get still and connect for a healing purpose.

We’ll gather on zoom – so you need to register first – click here to register now.

Our willingness to bring to the Light any darkness we’re feeling is the key!

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