OK – Good Looks Aside…
Because I am a relationships coach, I had to liken this situation of Obama’s cabinet appointments Monday to a matter near and dear to my heart. The issue is trust. So often women are afraid to trust men. We may give lip service to the idea of trust, but when it comes right down to it, in our heart of hearts, we are leery of trusting men.
We prove it every day. We say we trust him, yet micro manage his choices and actions. We believe that we have entrusted him with our very lives, but we question his choices, renege on supporting his choices (if we don’t like them) and scrutinize his every move. Shameful.
Barack Obama has run the most intelligent campaign ever. He not only defeated the Clinton machine, but he raised the most money, rallied the most diversity, and seemed to reinvigorate the entire planet! Yes? He did it from a centered, calm, resolute space of spirit. He did not need to resort to cyber violence or force. He accomplished his mission because he has the mental and spiritual fortitude to lead. Isn’t it time that we trust him?
I couldn’t write for days – I had to quote pieces of poems. I had to sit in silence. I had to stay home. I couldn’t recall who I had been the moment prior to the announcement. I had changed in an instant and am indeed reborn. Don’t worry, it wasn’t hard labor. I have, for many years, foreseen the coming together of all peoples of all hue in the delightful work of healing the Planet and rekindling Love. Love has never been lost, just remembrance of it’s trans formative, all encompassing power.
However, this moment was spectacular. Not because at 47 years old, and 6′ foot 3′; intelligent as a whip, and delicious as apple pie, he had seized the moment, owned the day (year, century?) – not because he is so freaking awesome ~ stunning ~ magnificent ~ brilliant; not even because 44% of white Americans are just as ready as I am for mass awakening, the age of enlightenment; not even because I had voted for the first time in my entire life. Spectacular as these details are for me, and even after three days of tears of joy and freedom dancing I couldn’t write. I decorated my house with red white and blue balloons, one even said “God Bless America”; but I couldn’t write. I purchased blue Hanukkah lights to hang near my extraordinarily large circular Obama Zen poster flanking my front door, but I couldn’t write.
I was only just now jolted back into writing by an email I received today…It’s all about Black Power
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