November 5th, 2008

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Good Morning!

I feel such peace this morning, contentment, hope. I thought McCain's speech and manner were the old McCain. I am grateful for that. We unite and work together. The circumstances are dire, and any thinking person is aware of that. I am thrilled with the states that went blue. I think McCain has to see that the states that supported him are filled with people who won't vote for a Black. It show how far off message and intent he got. He was unable to sway.

It is something to hand this to Barack Obama and to feel so comfortable that he can hand it back to us, give us the reins to each take charge and work together.

Sacrifice is a given at this point. Tom Brokaw said this is like 1941. We are in a war, a war to save our country.

I am disappointed on proposition 8. I think this map shows what happened.

It shows the division within the state, just as the election shows the division in the country. Barack Obama is going to reassure those who were afraid of a Black president. They are going to see that he truly does embody the Christian values they espouse. This proposition will appear again and maybe a few more years can reassure those who are afraid that their marriages are threatened by allowing others to unite in and show and share their love, to receive the legal benefits and protection they deserve. We made huge progress in electing Obama. I sit with that.

The word "awe" was used last night as to the crowds. Also, the word reverent. I'm sure we all saw Jesse Jackson's face streaming wtih tears. Ah, now mine pool. I think now of all we have all overcome. This victory means so much in so many ways that I don't think we can even absorb it yet. We have a beautiful first family, and skin color will no longer determine what a person can do. There is a permission in this that we each find our own level, our own niche. I think of all the colors of the fish in the sea. No one ever thought to say that blue fish were more special than yellow ones. This achievement is huge.

I think now of the word gravity. We have a president who will treat the office with dignity, who will allow his intellect and compassion to pour through and inspire the changes that need to be made.

Some bought into the idea we could spend money we didn't have. It is clear that formula doesn't work. Now, we begin to make up the deficit, unite, and get our people, energy, and ideas to work.

It is curious as to blogging. My blog did not begin as a political statement, and then, I became consumed. I wonder now what the light of this day brings. I am curious to see.

For each of us this is a new day, and yes, I am aware that it may be time to make sure that a few people find their next term in jail. For now, though, it is a day of peace, celebration, gratitude, and ease.

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Vision -

I have felt this country needed a vision.  I loved it when Kennedy sent us on a mission to the moon.   There are discussions about the value of the space program.   Better to spend the money on earth, on social programs, some say, and I have always felt we needed that outward reach.

What I felt last night when I listened to Obama speak was what I felt when we landed on the moon.   Yes, We Can!!

And in that, We Do!

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Michael Moore

I am thrilled with our new First Family.   I was touched last night by the grace of the crowds.  McCain silenced any boos, and no boos came from the Barack supporters.  We are humble in this win, because we know what it means, the steps that have been taken in each one of us, to bring forth the fullness of our hearts. 


Wednesday, November 5th, 2008
Pinch Me ...a message from Michael Moore


Who among us is not at a loss for words? Tears pour out. Tears of joy. Tears of relief. A stunning, whopping landslide of hope in a time of deep despair.

In a nation that was founded on genocide and then built on the backs of slaves, it was an unexpected moment, shocking in its simplicity: Barack Obama, a good man, a black man, said he would bring change to Washington, and the majority of the country liked that idea. The racists were present throughout the campaign and in the voting booth. But they are no longer the majority, and we will see their flame of hate fizzle out in our lifetime.

There was another important "first" last night. Never before in our history has an avowed anti-war candidate been elected president during a time of war. I hope President-elect Obama remembers that as he considers expanding the war in Afghanistan. The faith we now have will be lost if he forgets the main issue on which he beat his fellow Dems in the primaries and then a great war hero in the general election: The people of America are tired of war. Sick and tired. And their voice was loud and clear yesterday.


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The world celebrates -

from "comments" on BBC news site about Obama's election


Shujaat Ameer, Karachi, Pakistan


For 8 years, my hatred towards USA had grown with every passing day due to the government policies. But I am amazed myself how One Night has transformed my feelings from that of extreme dislike to Utmost Admiration and Respect for the American people. I am not an American but Obama’s election made me emotional. It is too early to say how Obama"s policies would be different from Bush"s but never the less Its a historic moment for the US and for the whole world. WELL DONE USA!


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A backward peek -

The following comes. I couldn't resist, even though I know we are looking forward, and yet Palin is still seething, plotting, and planning, so maybe this is appropriate.

I also want to post this article. I have always questioned the likelihood of Palin birthing the "fifth child." That she has kept hidden all records about the birth of the child says a great deal, especially since Bristol missed five months of school surrounding the birth. It wouldn't matter except she doesn't strike me as the type who is just going to slither away, though I hope she does. It is said that she practically lived in Pennsylvania campaigning, and yet, it went for Barack. That says it all and hopefully will shut her up.

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Evening -

Today was my day to have time with my young friend Zach.  He will be three in January and has grown so much in this time I was away.  We spent a great deal of time today looking through a grate where the water falls through a pipe and makes circles far below, where the flowers grow, he says,  and swirling sounds which we imitated.   Zach jumped up and down onto the grate, and hopped around like a bunny.  He is also Nemo who is wrapped in seaweed at night.  He made some pictures of circles which now hang on my frig.   He also goes up the slide as well as down, and down the stairs as well as up.  We made a home under the play structure and were invisible.  He bounced on the bridge and used the "big boy" swings.  I pushed him for about 30 minutes.  He likes my hand on his back as do I, and it is soothing for us both.  We blew bubbles and laughed and laughed.  He is so confident now and his muscles are so strong.  He does pull-ups everywhere he can and interacts with other children beautifully.  One little girl, probably about four years old, enticed him onto the tire swing.  I swirled the swing for them both. 

On the way home we sang the helicopter song, a song of his own creation.  We repeat the word helicopter and toss in propeller and a few rounds and rounds, and so it goes, a little differently each time.  

What enchantment it is to be with such a child.  I've had my "fix" of pure joy for the week.

Joan from Chicago sends this poem by Seamus Heaney.   How beautifully it fits the thrill we all feel as we further absorb the election results of last night.  It brings tears to my eyes.

from The Cure at Troy

Human beings suffer,
they torture one another,
they get hurt and get hard.
No poem or play or song
can fully right a wrong
inflicted or endured.
The innocent in gaols
beat on their bars together.
A hunger-striker's father
stands in the graveyard dumb.
The police widow in veils
faints at the funeral home.
History says, Don't hope
on this side of the grave.
But then, once in a lifetime
the longed for tidal wave
of justice can rise up,
and hope and history rhyme.
So hope for a great sea-change
on the far side of revenge.
Believe that a further shore
is reachable from here.
Believe in miracles
and cures and healing wells.
Call the miracle self-healing:
The utter self-revealing
double-take of feeling.
If there's fire on the mountain
Or lightning and storm
And a god speaks from the sky
That means someone is hearing
the outcry and the birth-cry
of new life at its term.

~ Seamus Heaney ~

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Self-blessing -

The poem by Seamus Heaney reminds me of this poem by Galway Kinnell, which I also love.

Saint Francis And The Sow

The bud
stands for all things,
even for those things that don't flower,
for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing;
though sometimes it is necessary
to reteach a thing its loveliness,
to put a hand on its brow
of the flower
and retell it in words and in touch
it is lovely
until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing;
as Saint Francis
put his hand on the creased forehead
of the sow, and told her in words and in touch
blessings of earth on the sow, and the sow
began remembering all down her thick length,
from the earthen snout all the way
through the fodder and slops to the spiritual curl of the tail,
from the hard spininess spiked out from the spine
down through the great broken heart
to the blue milken dreaminess spurting and shuddering
from the fourteen teats into the fourteen mouths sucking and blowing beneath
the long, perfect loveliness of sow.

- Galway Kinnell