Finding a Way

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I came to WordPress last evening, seeking a distraction from despair.  I’ve been on a media blackout, avoiding television, the news, and FB.  I have just not been ready to face a world in which so many people, although NOT the majority, voted for  … well, a man whose values are so very different from my own.

And I’ve felt badly about that.  Where was my fight?  Where was my ability to rally?  I’ve been feeling like Tom Cruise in Top Gun after the death of  Goose.  Maverick couldn’t engage, and I hadn’t been able to either.

As John Pavlovitz said in his article “This is Why We Grieve Today”:

This has never been about politics.
This is not about one candidate over the other.

It’s not about one’s ideas over another’s.
It is not blue vs. red.
It’s not her emails vs. his bad language.
It’s not her dishonesty vs. his 
indecency.

It’s about overt racism and hostility toward minorities.
It’s about religion being weaponized.
It’s about crassness and vulgarity and disregard for women.
It’s about a barricaded, militarized, bully nation.
It’s about an unapologetic, open-faced ugliness

Starting a new business and being so overwhelmed with it that I didn’t have time to focus on the results of the election was helpful.

Being with my likeminded, similarly destraught friends was also helpful.

Knowing that so many of my WP friends feel the same way that I do has been comforting.

When I heard about the Women’s March on Washington, a peaceful march in the unity of women to honor women’s rights and values, I felt something rising within me.

I don’t have answers, and I surely haven’t been able to express myself as elequently as so many of you.

But I do feel the hint of a rally.

Waking Up in an Alternate Reality

Deborah is able to put into words how I have been feeling, and offers quotes from HRC’s concession speech, which I have not been able to watch. Thank you, Deborah.

Deborah J. Brasket

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I woke this morning feeling as if I had  been tossed from the real world into an alternate universe–where Trump had become president. I kept grasping for something that would allow me to return to that safer and saner world where Hillary had won.

How could a man who had said such vile things about women and immigrants, who had mocked the disabled, insulted POW war heroes, bashed Gold Star families, and belittled worthy adversaries become the leader of our nation and the free world?

How could the most qualified person ever to seek the presidential office, who had worked her whole life to help children, oppressed women, and working families, who would in turn break a long-standing ceiling to become the first woman to hold the highest office in our land–how could she lose to him?

I felt sure there must be another reality in which…

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