There is no way I will write anything coherent and organized today. Some have. One of the best things I’ve seen is a post by Jon Pavlovitz about “Why We Grieve Today.” It’s so good that people have crashed his server trying to get to it. I can’t even get to it right now, so I’m trusting that my cache has the right link.
And there’s also Maya Angelou’s poem, And Still I Rise, which she read with such power and beauty and strength here:
It feels like the world is spinning. We must remember: It is okay to pause.
There is so much uncertainty right now. I keep asking myself: What happens now? What does this mean? How do we find unity again? Where do we go now? How do we go forward from here?
I waver between two things:
“When they go low, we go high.” Michelle Obama
“History will have to record that the greatest tragedy of this period of social transition was not the strident clamor of the bad people, but the appalling silence of the good people.” Martin Luther King, Jr.
I want to take the high road. That poise and grace of not letting someone’s going low get to you, I want that.
At the same time, I know I have a moral obligation to stand up for what is right, even when that means taking a few lashes.
I am struggling with finding the balance point between these.
What I know for sure is that all of us, every last one of us no matter how we voted, wants to be loved, wants to belong, wants to feel safe and cared for and secure in our futures. How we work to achieve that varies, but those longings are universal.
Seek to find common ground. It may be easy to hate a stereotype, but up close, face to face, we can more easily see that our hopes and dreams are the same.
I don’t know yet where to go from here. I know there is vigilant self care involved. I know vigilant love is involved. I know there will be some anger but hopefully I can dig below that to find inspiration and peace and compassion.
My first year in college, a woman came to speak to our campus. I’d never heard of her at the time. I had no idea who I was going to see, but I found myself mesmerized through her talk, writing down phrase after phrase that she spoke.
Her words were a revelation.
That woman, of course, was Maya Angelou.
One of the things she said that night was a variation on her And Still I Rise poem: “The greatness of the human spirit is to be found in the fact that despite it all, we rise.”
Pause for a moment if you need it. Breathe. Breathe again. And when you’re ready, return to the world to love another day.
And still we rise.
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