Wednesday, November 5, 2008

after all is said and done

The sun has still risen in Williamson County this morning. The birds have not distinguished between this day and the last; they are busily going about their task of preparing for the winter, heeding the command of the trees decked out in stately autumn robes. The sun makes its way through a thicket of shrubs, comes to rest on a patch that becomes transformed into a glowing orb of yellow light that is brighter than anything seen on a summer dawn.

The sun has still risen in the South, shining over the red pool of lifeblood that courses itself up through the center of the country. This is a place that I have come to know as a welcomed guest during the past year and a half. Despite our differences, we have embraced eachother; sometimes reluctantly, but with the underlying understanding that we are, outside of any ideological disagreements that are historically North/South, fellow Americans.

The political yard signs are slowly disappearing into dusty garages. I can't help but cherish the pride I had last night for my native city of Chicago as she welcomed a new era in our country, yet I also realize a sort of empathetic sadness for these people here, who I now have a better, less biased understanding of, for their sense of hopelessness in the midst of a new consciousness of hope that has transpired over the past few months, culminated in the celebration at Grant Park last night.

But enough of the sentimentalities for now. My writing is tainted too much by them, and it is easy to be condescendingly sentimental when you are on the winning side of an issue. A simple task to say "Let us move forward together as a country" when you are not stinging from loss.

After living in Germany for over two years, I realized that the best way to overcome fear and misinformation about some things in life is to educate oneself about the other humans sharing this planet. "Love your neighbor" is a maxim that we should all aspire to live by, but "Embrace those with whom you have little understanding" is what we should all be striving for at this point in our history. Our country depends on it.


Nash deVille said...

Very well written. I wish I was in Grant Park that night. What a moment! We were very excited (well not my husband). I am glad you have a less biased view, I am working on it. The election did not help. Every where I turned it wanted to scream. Oh well, I will continue to be nice and try to understand.

I have a little something for you on my blog.

C. Moonflower said...

It helps that I work with and take care of (as a nurse) so many people from here. I guess I'm starting to get used to the differences, but it's not that they still don't sometimes bother me. But I've lived in a few other places besides Chicago, so I've learned to adapt to the geographical nuances of people.

Honestly, I think I was just trying to quell a potential riot in Williamson county with this blog entry!

Thank you so much for the award!

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