day 307

the trees know
.
the
true tyranny 
of
this season requires
letting go as the nights grow colder,
darker,
a call to surrender
to weather winter
purified,
stripped of vanity

~kat

How easy it is to lose one’s soul to smugness. A few clean sweep victories for the blue team and it takes every ounce of decorum I can muster to keep myself from gloating. From wanting to poke those I know of maga persuasion to remind them that they are on the wrong side of history on this. Fortunately, it is a battle played out only in my monkey brain. I’ve lived long enough to know how fragile opinions and long held beliefs can be. Misguided though they may be, there is nothing I can say to sway the status quo. So I just let it go, remember to be kind and practice silence in mixed company. It’s not a hill I am willing to die on.

But that does mean I don’t care, or that I don’t do everything I can to right the destructive direction we’re on. Democracy still matters. It’s worth protecting and fighting for. So I voted. With millions of others, and this time we won. It’s a small glimmer of hope. The encouragement I needed to keep going. Gloating doesn’t serve anyone. But edging us a wee bit closer to the perfect union we aspire to where all people are free, cared for, and treated with respect and compassion. I know. It’s a lofty goal. But at least for today democracy showed signs of life, and we the people found our voice.

I know it’s not over. We have a long way to go before we eradicate the hate and greed that has overtaken so many. By letting go of my need to be right, by being kind, I just may spread a little light. That is my hope for us all. To hang on until dawn after this dark long night of the soul of our nation.

much love, peace, and glimmers of hope to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨