November 7th, 2008

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"A Mom's thoughts on Obama's election."

I have permission from Joyce Carter to post her words, the ones that my dentist shared with me today.   The election of Obama is opening up hearts and discussion so we can better understand what it has been like for some and how it will be from now on.

Mom's Thoughts on Obama's Election

by Joyce Carter

My dear sons,

I sit at my computer with tears streaming down my face.  Obama has been elected.  I am proud, I am full of hope and I am validated. My biracial children and their very existence has been validated.

I think back to:

The parent whom upon my sharing with them that I was pregnant, responded with, "Don't worry, you might have a miscarriage."

Family members who told me I would have to move to Hawaii in order for my children to be accepted.

The friend who said it was fine to marry a black person, just don't have kids. It wouldn't be fair to the kids.

The woman at Mervyn's who came up to me and my crying toddler so many years ago and told me she was going to call the police because I had obviously kidnapped the crying child.

The librarian who helped me and my sons check our books out and proclaimed how nice it was for me to babysit those children.

The teenager who yelled at my husband and I in a park, "Nigger go home."

The preschool children who told me that my kids weren't mine because our skins were different colors.

All the people who stared, whispered, and looked the other way.

To all of these people I send a resounding "Yes we are here and yes we can!"

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"the ground at our feet"

A Spiritual Journey
And the world cannot be discovered by a journey of miles,
no matter how long,
but only by a spiritual journey,
a journey of one inch,
very arduous and humbling and joyful,
by which we arrive at the ground at our feet,
and learn to be at home.
~ Wendell Berry ~
(Collected Poems)

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All root canals are not created equal -


I go happily to the endodontist.  Her office is on the bay and I’m told a root canal is not a big deal anymore.  Wrong!

I am placed in my chair at 10, happy to watch the tide, gulls, waves.

She determines I need the root canal through hot and cold, pressure and another x-ray.  She also says I have an abscess so will need antibiotics.  She immediately numbs me in three sensitive places and says the procedure is no big deal, one hour, in and out, and then, it begins.  She drills and drills and drills and pokes and prods and drills and I can’t talk as I am in some sort of apparatus and I wonder what is going on and I know time is passing and she drills and drills and pokes and prods and drills and I’m starting to think I’m in the hands of Sarah Palin. Finally I’m told we’re near the end.  I’m too whoozy at this point to even feel grateful.  More x-rays are taken and drilling and poking and prodding, and when she finally finishes and I can talk, I ask what happened.

The nerve had died and calcified, so it was difficult to get through.  She had to get all the calcification out.  That took time.  Then, it seems I have four canals, not three, so it was really crowded working in there to replace them with plastic.  If she got all the infection, I’m done.  If not, I may need a new crown.

When I stand up dizzily, it is 1:00.  I have been in the chair three hours.  The numbing is wearing off, so I need to take an Ibuprofen immediately, they say, and it needs to be taken with food, so I stagger to the deli next door and get some chicken noodle soup and eat it by the water.

I go to get my prescription for the antibiotics filled, and while waiting walk carefully to our local organic Café Del Sol, and enjoy a Compassion drink or maybe it was Enlightenment of Carrot, Beet, and Orange Juice.  I come home, pull a blanket over me, and fall into a deep sleep on the couch.

When I wake, there is swelling, throbbing, and pain.  I take another super-duper Ibuprofen, but it is difficult to talk through the swelling and I will soon go back to sleep.  The good news is that the infection has been sapping my energy, and I should soon, well, within three or four days, be a ball of fire.  I look out now at the moon.  I think I prefer to be a moon right now, and reflect the sun, not be it.




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Reflection -

This comes from Calenorn. I find it beautiful. Having just spent two and a half weeks in hotel rooms, I understand what she means by having all you need in an easy carry-on, movable, portable, turtle way. I also love the idea of being a tree. No wonder I go to my tree friends when I am in need. I remember one time I was sad and sitting on the front step. We had received a redwood sprout from Scout-a-rama one year and I planted it in a little pot and then a bigger pot. It was probably about six feet tall when it reached out, literally reached one of its branches and comforted me. It grew into the ground and hovered over the house in a rather dangerous fashion and had to be removed or we wouldn't have a house and its soul and protectiveness are still here. To turtles and trees!
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David Gergen is currently a professor of public service at Harvard's John F. Kennedy School of Government and director of its Center for Public Leadership. He is also editor-at-large for U.S. News & World Report and a Senior Political Analyst for CNN. In earlier years, he served as a White House advisor to Presidents Nixon, Ford, Reagan and Clinton.

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