Its Election Day back east. Like New Year's Eve, I am waiting for the Day of Decision to arrive here in the west coast. Even with some similarities, though, this is very different. Tomorrow, November 8, could be the day everything changed. No, no matter the results of the election, it will be the day everything changed. The anticipation is palpable.
I have resisted commenting about this horrific, regrettable time in America. So much hate, vitriol. Lies spoken as truth. Blatant disregard for the welfare of all. Anger spreading like a plague across our homeland. And speaking of homeland, I find it most curious, most disturbing, that Michigan seems to be one of the states, if not the state, that might decide our course in history. Sometimes I don't recognize the Great Lakes State. Obviously I felt called to leave for a reason. We'll see tomorrow night.
Anyway, it feels like we are all on some precipice, about to leap into the unknown. We will either some together or become so torn apart we will not be able to live together in harmony ever again...if we ever really did. I am worried. I am a bit scared. And it doesn't seem to matter which candidate wins Tuesday. Nothing will ever be the same.
No justice, no peace. Know justice, know peace. Not sure why that phrase just popped into my head, but it certainly seems apropos. It seems in case like this, no one really "wins".
Okay, I am thinking as I sigh a deep and withering sigh, this too shall pass. Hands folded. Keep all concerned safe and sane. I am old enough to remember when JFK was shot, Vietnam, Nixon, and more. Khrushchev pounding his shoe on the table. The Cuban Missile Crisis. Even more mundane things like Y2K and End of the World predictions based on the phase of Jupiter and Mars.
We survived them all. 9/11 proved we can come together. We just forget that we are, when the dust settled, all of one big family. And no matter how we try to blow ourselves up, we always seem to come to our senses.
Off to bed. I think I will get on my knees like I did when I was a kid and say my "Now I lay me down to sleep..." prayer. Seems appropriate. Seems like we all need to remember our own innocent belief in something greater than ourselves.
No matter what happens tomorrow, Election Day, this to shall pass. This too shall pass. This too shall pass....
I thought about not writing this blog. I seem to have done everything I could think of...both consciously...but mostly unconsciously to avoid taking to the keyboard. But then I realized it was an important day. I couldn't let it pass. It is the day after Halloween. It is Dia de Los Muertos, the Day of the Dead.
It's been a rough year. Several deaths have altered the course of things. Of course, it must be remembered that death is a part of life. And that's the frustration of it all. You can't avoid it.
But the good thing is that it is a day like today that reminds you that death doesn't necessarily mean the end of anything. Oh, crud, what am I saying? Death changes everything. And it does mean the end of something...namely life as we knew it. But, and I say this with some trepidation, the Day of the Dead is when we honor the dead. And recognize that fight it as we might, deny it all we want, death eventually comes to all of us. And death is not necessarily a bad thing unless we make it so. It is, to repeat myself, a part of life.
And so on this All Saints Day, a day when we honor those who have passed recently, indeed, the Day of the Dead, I honor and remember Al, Charles, Mary, Betty, even my Tater and Nina. Each of this individuals taught me something, many things, about life. That's what it's all about. I often think about the axiom, "When the student is ready, the teacher appears." God bless my teachers.