Two days ago Donald Trump became President-elect.
To say, “This is not what I hoped for.” Is an understatement. I am appalled by the decision that so many in our country thought was best. They feel like the system is broken and they need a new, fresh face in Washington. But, the willingness to chose this man and all he brings – Trump’s character and tone (hatred, misogyny, bigotry, xenophobia included) as concessions leaves me disheartened, depressed really.
I’m grateful that my kids aren’t old enough to understand the full implications of this election. The bully won. We chose him. His platform built on fear and exclusion hit home. His “broad shoulders” and a “presidential look” appealed.
This is our rock bottom (God, please let this be our rock bottom.) and rock bottom sucks. It feels so shitty, so dark and hard. And I know we’ll rise back up more loving, more inclusive, less afraid, but this, right now feels like too much.
I wish I could glimpse into the future of what we’ll emerge into. The growth and progress that will come along our rise from the bottom. But, I can’t. I’m struggling to do anything beyond sit in the sadness and recount the hurt of the countless citizens who are not represented by this elected official.
But, it is not the time to sit in sadness. It is not the time to allow the disorientation of disillusionment knock us down. No, it’s time to stand up with each other. Especially with those unheard and unrepresented.
It’s time to listen to voices who carry the torch of light. To search out truth, justice and love. Love. Love. Because, Trump might have won the election, but love will always prevail.
Friends: May we choose to stand for each other. For love. For all. May we rise together and celebrate the light we find along the road.
In case you too are searching for light and hope to energize, here are some of the voices I’m listening to.
To America With Love by Cleo Wade
We are One
We are who we are
We love who we love
Our neighbors are our neighbors
Their color, their body parts, or their God
We are One
Still We Rise by Glennon Doyle Melton
They can betray us BUT THEY CANNOT FORCE US TO BETRAY OURSELVES. We will not betray ourselves. Self betrayal is allowing the fear voices, the rage voices. the hopelessness voices to drown out the Still Small Voice that tell us the Next Right Thing. The next right thing has and forevermore will be: Get back to work.
This is Where We Begin by Rebecca Woolf
This is the first day of a new era of fighting harder and standing stronger and rallying friends and family to do the same. I live in a progressive bubble and this election has forced me to acknowledge that I cannot comprehend what has happened because I will never wholly understand what is happening. And that is something I need to work on. Hard.
America, we are NOT better than this. We are THIS. And we have work to do. In and OUTSIDE of our communities.
Decide who you will be today, Dear Ones. Right now. DECIDE. You can do this. This is what all your training and practice has led you to. Show the people around you what a calm and peaceful strong mind looks like. (Trust me, they need it. They already know what a panicked mind looks like; show them what a calm mind looks like.) Ask yourself again and again who you want to be, and believe that you can be it.
Nobody gets to take your emotional state away from you, unless you give it to them.
How to Talk to Your Kids About Trump Winning the Election by Kristen Howerton
I will tell them that we have work to do. That the next four years is going to be challenging but that we will stand firm in our convictions to love well. We will talk about revolution and the people who have stood against evil in history. We will talk about how it’s time to roll up our sleeves and renew our commitments to be different than this elected leader.