I woke up a little after 4 a.m. and immediately checked my phone for the election results. I thought I was still dreaming, at first, but quickly realized the candidate, who many believed was a joke, had won the presidential election.
I am heartbroken.
Although I know that not all that voted for him support his cruel rants against humanity, it feels as if hate and divisiveness won over love and inclusion. What a sobering reminder that there are many who do not support equal human rights for all.
Even though I’m hunched over because the wind has been knocked out of me, I must somehow move forward. The sun still rises and sets each day and each day I have a choice.
On this Veteran’s Day I will raise my American flag with gratitude to all who fought for my freedom to choose.
I choose love, hope and compassion, and, in the beautiful words of Maya Angelou, “I Rise.”
Still I Rise
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I’ll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops, Weakened by my soulful cries? Does my haughtiness offend you? Don’t you take it awful hard ‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines Diggin’ in my own backyard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I’ll rise. Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I’ve got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history’s shame I rise Up from a past that’s rooted in pain I rise I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise.
Be All There 
Oh Jeanne, hate and divisiveness will never win over love and inclusion. I believe that with all my heart. I truly believe the vast majority of people are good, those that are not seem to get the most publicity. xo, T
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Love trumps hate for sure but the election results surprised me. XOX
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Thanks Jeanne for your words of hope – having a hard time wrapping my head around this one…
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Me too. XOX
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