Today

Today was awful.

I slept a few fitful hours last night and this morning I woke up only to remember that it wasn’t a nightmare. America really did elect Donald Trump to be president. 

I’m still in a bit of shock and a bit of a haze.

I have many concerns and questions. As we all do.

But today. Today I received such loving messages of support and encouragement from non-American friends. 

Thank you. Truly, thank you. 

Thank you to D, the Brit, who endured the bewilderment of Brexit and said just the right things today.

Thank you to my dear, sweet, ass-kicking lady-friends back at home who raged and cried and lifted each other up today on group texts. 

Thank you to my mom, the very best, who I called after listening to Hillary’s concession speech knowing that she would be crying too.

There is much to parse out about what happened yesterday, but that is for another day.

Today, cry and love each other and rest and go for a long walk. 

Tomorrow, onwards. 

The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry

When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

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