Just for today: I will help someone celebrate

It hasn’t escaped my notice that even during the consternation of the election aftermath, there are people in my life who have reached milestones. In the last week:

My husband and best friend celebrated his birthday.

One young piano technician achieved her registered status by successfully completing the required series of exams.

One immigrant friend was received into full American citizenship after successful completion of the requirements laid out in our constitution.

Our grandson earned his first letter in high school athletics.

And I celebrate with each of these people in achieving part of their hopes and dreams.

Just for today: I will meet with like-minded friends

There are ways to connect with friends and help each other. Socialization is a human need, and to stay in isolation will not help in our self-care.

In-person gatherings of grassroots resistance organizations already in place meet regularly in many places. There are also online options through digital communities at least for the present time, where we can share what’s on our hearts and minds, and pray together for guidance and strength.

Many substack writers offer almost daily support and ideas. Some of my favorites are Dan Rather, Heather Cox Richardson, John Pavlovitz, Robert Hubbell, Jess Piper, and Andra Watkins. If you have the means, you can subscribe and support these writers, but quite a few will share thoughts at no cost. While we still can access them, check out what they have to say.

Just for today: I will smile at a stranger.

According to the stats I found online, 69% of the people in my county–my neighbors–voted for Donald Trump. That means that it’s likely that 7 of 10 people I meet in the store, on the street, at a school function, or in any public area, voted against democracy for whatever reason. Perhaps it doesn’t matter why at this point.

But, with a nod to Henry David Thoreau, “What I have to do is to see, at any rate, that I do not lend myself to the wrong which I condemn.”

I cannot allow the apparent majority to squelch my spirit.

Three out of those 10 people are as shocked and devastated as I am. Just for today, I will share a smile with any stranger who catches my eye in one tiny act of kindness and fellowship that at least might lift someone’s spirit, and might even embolden another to take the first steps of resistance that we are sure to need.

Just for Today: I will review my values in life

About 30 years ago, through a program that our daughter enrolled in as a troubled teenager, we went through several group counseling sessions as her parents, to come to terms with issues we might be facing that would impact our ability to parent. In one of them, we were required to define what values we held, and to define our life’s purpose.

Here is what I defined then as my values, and reaffirm today.

I value:

  1. Creativity, both Divine and human. This includes Creation itself, Reverence for Life in all forms, the beauty of the natural world, art, music, literature. I recognize that fine art, music and literature are rooted in the mysteries and magic of the natural world.
  2. Harmony, life fitting pleasantly. Aside from the obvious musical connection, this includes cooperation, love, honesty, integrity, generosity, security, commitment, family, church, clubs, service, communication and compromise.
  3. Education, being a student for life. This includes an openness of heart, continual learning, exploration and adventure, which leads to growth in mind and spirit.

These make me the person I aim to be. It’s a continuing process, but I want to hang onto my values, no matter what.

Just for Today: I Will Make Music

My teen years were challenging and I often vented my frustrations at home, pounding out my favorite classical compositions on our home piano.

I find playing the keys a valuable release again, now that I’m enrolled in piano lessons as a retiree. It does help. There is music for every mood, and every situation.

Though listening to your favorite play lists helps, I recommend getting involved and making some music of your own.

If you don’t play an instrument, sing along with your preferred artists at the top of your voice. Belt it out. Join friends and sing. Ring some bells. Shake a tambourine.

If we don’t feel it yet, we are likely to soon enough.

Maya Angelou: I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings. 

Look her up. We will make music now and forever.

 

I will find something beautiful provided by Nature

Last month I attended a few presentations at the Kansas Book Festival in Topeka. The one I remember most was by author and administrator at Haskell Indian Nations University Daniel R. Wildcat. I bought his book, On Indigenuity: Learning the Lessons of Mother Earth, a long essay on what indigenous peoples can teach the rest of us about protecting our miraculous home planet. I have long been concerned about protecting the home we share with all life forms, including people around the world and millions of other species. When greed and lust for power impact the lives of innocents around the world, I am enraged. Destruction of the biosphere that sustains us is now threatened with acceleration. Communities of wild things and minority populations will be the first to feel the impact.

In the early pages of his book, Daniel Wildcat recommended that we should become more familiar with Nature. One thing which compounds and complicates the rampant destruction of our planet is our distance from the elements. We sit inside our comfortable homes in front of screens far too much, and should become more familiar with how the natural world near us is impacted by our decisions and policies. To that end, today I decided I would walk the deer trails on my small patch of virgin tall grass prairie and look for the beauty in Nature. Even if you aren’t close to a 40-acre meadow, you can still take a walk and feel the fresh air and sunshine, listen to whatever birds are in the trees lining the streets, and enjoy the colors of autumn.

These scenes are from my morning walk today.

Sweetgum tree in our front yard, blazing orange.

A fallen Osage orange, with closely fitted puzzle-piece segments. No two alike. Just like people.

One of the two pine trees on our place, laden with pinecones. I keep wondering when the pine bark beetles will invade, but so far we’ve been lucky.

A backlit patch of little bluestem, with fluffs of seeds gleaming like a field of fallen stars.

One of my favorite grasses: Indian grass. The seedheads are still there, though they are far more impressive earlier in the autumn season. This reminds me of Native American writers that I admire, including Daniel Wildcat and Robin Wall Kimmerer. Kimmerer’s book Braiding Sweetgrass changed my life during the Covid shutdown.

Grieve and then Resist

Here we are, one week post-election, one week post D-day (diagnosis day for our flailing democracy.) Most of you share the horror and grief I feel after the count, so I’m “preaching to the choir” so to speak. If you happen to be someone who felt smug and victorious after the tally, I don’t know what to say to you. When my nephew was left homeless after a hurricane ravaged his mountain town (Asheville) 400 miles inland, when cousins in southern California find their neighborhood threatened by raging wildfires, when my Cuban friend’s parents near Havana have been without electricity for weeks, I am dumbstruck to realize so many of my countrymen would vote for an aging insurrectionist, convicted felon, rapist, and conman when one of his first orders of business is to increase the drilling and use of fossil fuels.

Are you one who would object, “But wait, I didn’t vote for him!”  Yet at the same time, you couldn’t bring yourself to vote for the one candidate who had the best chance to defeat the ugliness and destruction that’s bound to happen. Since my first visit abroad in 1977, I have worked to disprove the myth of the “ugly American.” Yet with this election, you have helped engrave it deeper in the history of the world.

Most of my friends, though, feel as I do. We’re compatriots, we’re family in a broad adoptive sense of the word, and I take comfort from our conversations and correspondence. We need each other to talk to, to share our mutual pain, our disbelief, and our fears. It means a lot to me that we have connected, not only during the weeks before November 5, but in the days since. Bolstering friendships has been one positive thing to come from this heartbreak.

A couple of thoughts about the outcome. I find a smidge of agreement on one of the MAGA points, though the target is polar opposite of theirs. We should beware one certain immigrant from South Africa who just bought a president with his billions.

For those who were all about—“Oh, the New World Order! We can’t have that. Biden has those plans in WRITING!”

Welcome to the New World Order. After the election, Elon Musk crowed on his X account, “Novus ordo seclorum” (Latin for New World Order.) And the written plan? Project 2025, which some have claimed was all lies. They aren’t even trying to deny the project now, and it has been in WRITING the whole time.

For the rest of us who are hurting and grieving over what we’ve lost—a country founded on democratic principles—I will say a few words about grief. We’ve probably all faced loss at some earlier point in our lives. As someone intimately familiar with that deepest of human emotions, I will remind you that you are not alone. Please remember that there is no “right” or “wrong” way to grieve. Allow yourself the privilege to mourn as you are called to, and then join the resistance. I caution you not to blame yourself for the election’s outcome, especially if you did everything you could to prevent the disaster. Try to avoid assigning blame to others, also. There is likely a myriad cluster of circumstances that brought this on us and we will all suffer the consequences together. Some groups will feel it first and worst. We need to support those of our friends who are at greatest risk.

From my own history of loss and recovery, I will offer this: it’s easier in small doses. One day at a time. One hour. Maybe even minute by minute. To that end, I plan to start a thread called, “Just for Today,” in which I’ll share ideas for facing the world and resisting the worst, finding resilience and ways to persevere. If you have ideas to share, let me know.

(See Post #1 Just for Today: I will find something beautiful provided by Nature.)