Hope

written January 2021. . .still hoping

I’m still trying to process what happened at our nation’s capitol last week. It is Sunday morning, a cold, crisp, clear winter morning. The new moon, a delicate sliver, lingers in the cloudless, pale blue sky. The world seems so quiet, so peaceful, if only for this moment.
On Wednesday, as I watched the chaos unfold, I was yelling, yelling at the TV, yelling at my husband. Yelling, this is not good, this can not be happening! I was in shock, an angry shock. Our country is not perfect. The freedom and opportunities that we claim as our bedrock are not equally available to all. But we have the opportunity to strive for them, fight for them and so many good people do just that, making this country a place where hope exists. So to see the circus descend on the place often called one, encouraged by the head clown, sucked all the hope out of me.
But I refuse to live without hope.
I hope the foundation that our country was built on is strong enough to see us through this tumultuous time.
I hope the laws that have been created to give everyone a chance at a good life are respected and abided.
I hope that every single American, regardless of political ideology, takes a pause, a collective breath, and simply stops for a minute. . . just stop for one minute.