Rads

The past weeks have been building a crescendo in our days and now I can hear it and feel it within me. We are counting down to a release, and it feels very real, very alive and very needed.

No point in history (and I mean my history) did I feel this sense of urgency and importance that we are now riding now. I voted on Tuesday and it was a surreal experience. I have voted thrice earlier and never have I felt more in the moment than this time.
To the standing in line, the slow walk, the masks, the somber atmosphere, the gray skies, and the distancing and down to the clear plastic between the volunteers and us. Like a clockwork things happened, just like it did the last elections, but this time everything was pronounced.
More mindful.
More crucial.
Like we were all writing an exam and our grade lay heavily on our collective votes aka the group project.

The interesting part is I am not afraid. I do not sense doom. I do not despair and I most definitely am not worried.
It surprises me when I see anxious folks all around, worried on outcomes, brooding on details and praying

I feel a hint of guilt.
I brush it off.
I don't not feel guilt because of my privilege?
Or despite it?
Or maybe am just made this way.
I do not dwell on my fears.
If anything, THAT is my privilege.

I chanced upon this sunrise pic from a Virginia Beach trip this past summer, and it hit me.
You see, it's the sun. The sun never NOT appears. The sun doesn't NOT set. It's a cycle and just as you realize there is darkness around you, and if you ride it out, with sleep and rest, you are blessed with sunshine, energy and light.

The 💖 symbols of life and purpose.

So yes, we will be fine.
If we aren't fine on Nov 4th 2020, we will eventually be fine, coz the sun always rises.