I’m pressed but not crushed… – Paul of Tarsus
Here’s my self-care when I’m sad and stressed:
- Cooking good food. Comfort food.
- Curbing my work hours.
- A nice blush wine (For medicinal purposes. Of course.)
- Petting a cat.
- Being with family and close friends.
- And watching a little Lord of the Rings…
Tolkien has a way of reminding me about the real and not real parts of life, particularly the reality of Good and Evil. We didn’t get to The Two Towers (again/yet/for the gazillionth time) but what came to mind the other night was the scene between Elrond and Arlen when he was pressuring her to leave with the other elves for Valinor…
Elrond: Why do you linger here when there is no Hope?
Arlen: There is still hope.
I don’t hold out hope that the Leopard will change his spots and be able to govern well. I don’t expect that lawmakers who seem to “piddle, twiddle and resolve” will get anything done. (Cynical Me believes that they might of course remove health insurance from the working class, legislate who you can love, and attempt yet again to make family planning decisions for all Americans… but I digress…)
But I cling to Hope.
Hope in finding simple ways to express that I AM an ally and proud feminist. That I care about the environment and the serious burden of higher education. That I want to see all children have access to safe water sources and a good education. That racism and prejudice are wrong… and eradicating them begins with me…
I look around and see our daughters who care about their fellow humans. And I know many of their friends who are genuine, thoughtful and caring. They give me hope.
I watch my coworkers who do everything they can to bring comfort and compassion to someone’s last days on this earth.
I cling to Hope.
I am still angry. I am still frustrated with white women, “Christian” women in particular, who supported a man who used misogyny, bullying, mockery and profanity to win an election. But then I have to let that anger go and get back to what I must do…
Amen. So be it.