I awoke early ... my head and heart troubled and angst-filled.
I sit with it. And know I need to get out for a walk. But I must wait for the light to reach the sky so I sit with it some more.
I grab Parker Palmer's book, Healing the Heart of Democracy, from the shelf and scan the pages. I want hope. I want wisdom. I want answers.
The words on the page ..."One Nation, Indivisible" feel long forgotten ..... far from me .... far from our country .... almost unreachable.
I read on.
"If we aim to be "one nation, indivisible," he writes, the capacity to imagine ourselves as members of one another, despite all that separates us, is essential."
He reminds us that we belong to one another..... so we cannot be as "self-centered as we please" but must understand the necessity of differences and respect. Respect, he reminds us, takes imagination ..... that ability to really see one another ..... across our inevitable differences.
I look up from the page to find that the sky is now pink .... there is a sharp wind blowing .... but the walk will do me good.
