Love often puts scars upon our hearts
Do not pick at those scars and open old wounds
Contemplate the wound that resulted in the scar
Let it nourish you, give you knowledge and strengthen
you so that you may continue the journey called life.
Yesterday the hubs and I received our ballots in the mail, we promptly opened them, grabbed the stamps and our black ink pens and began to vote.
Both of us having researched (actually, I researched and relayed the info I found),
decided who we were voting for long before these ballots arrived we were ready.
We watched the ‘news’ outlets, listened to speeches, ferreted out truths and fought with family. This election brought out the ugly in all of us I am sad to say and it hurts, this is just so important for all of us and our planet.
Anyway, we marked our ballots and I being the crier I am, began to well up and spill over with tears and quickly moved my ballot away from me so as not to ruin it.
The enormity of this election hit me as a woman, that I am able to do something no other woman in my family has ever been able to do, vote for the first woman to be president.
My mother lived to the age of seventy-three and my Gram 100 years and 6 days, so as I
gathered myself, wiped my tears blew my nose and marked that ballot, I did it for them, for my daughters and grandsons, great grandsons and the children they will bear.
My hubs and I proudly drove to the post office and placed those precious green envelopes
in the box, and now we anxiously wait until Tuesday to verify that they have arrived at the election office. Seventeen days of anxiousness to go, I hope my nerves and stomach can handle the stress.
Our world today is like an egg that has been dropped to the floor.
The egg splattering sprays it up on the cabinet doors,
particles of the shell clinging to the slime as it oozes slowly to the floor.
That mess created by such a small item reflects the mess of our country
this political season. We are splattering and oozing with anger and ugliness,
with intolerance and hatred for anyone or anything we deem different.
The underbelly of society has been turned out for the world to see and it is
frightening, I don’t know if we can ever go back to a civilized country when
this is over or not.
I feel as anxious about this political season as I did the last month of my first