Sunlight and Shadow

I have no plan to join the ‘Not My President ‘ street demonstrations. Donald Trump was elected (by the Electoral College if not the electorate);  the election was not rigged; and the people have spoken. It is time to move forward.



After the storm – Looking for the light.


If I seem way too sanguine, be that as it may. I just can’t do any more conflict or pain. Actually, I’m more peaceful today than I was during the presidential campaign or the immediate aftermath of the election. And I owe this serenity to a number of sources.

Foremost is the number of emails and phone calls that came my way after the election. Aside from immediate family and friends in town, my husband and I heard from distant friends who essentially told us to take a deep, cleansing breath. Mark heard from a cousin with whom he had no contact in 60 years. I heard from two, distant, non-related cousins. One I hadn’t seen in 50 years; the second cousin I hadn’t seen in maybe 12 years. And then I heard from far-flung friends who reached out to hug and be hugged. I was left thinking about the healing power of touch – a power that transcends political angst.

A second serenity gift came from Brent Bruser, a local community activist, who sent me a link to Vachel Lindsay‘s poem “How the Wings Were Made.” From the first stanza: From many morning-glories / that in an hour will fade, ‘ From many pansy buds / Gathered in the shade, ‘ From lily of the valley / And dandelion buds, ‘ From fiery poppy-buds / Are the Wings of Morning made.  And then later along in the poem: West! west – o’ertake the night / that flees the morning sun. / There’s a path between the stars- / a black and silent one.”

The third serenity gift came from Doann Houghton, a fellow member of Shavano Poets and author of “Rediscovering the World During a Ten-Year Circumnavigation.” Doann forwarded a YouTube video on the power of poetry: to my mind, put the slop jar on the stove; turn up the heat; and watch the distillation of the contents.


The third serenity gift came from reading  a blog posted by Lou Kravitz. I don’t always agree with Lou’s take on politics, but I read him because he is articulate and his blogs are always well written. See “Parties of Fools” posted at Reading Lou reminds me to keep an open mind and sift through the arguments advanced by our political opponents. We just might move towards the center. If we are to move forward, we’ve got to come out of the trenches and put our heads above the parapet.

Some months ago, my husband and I tried observing a Sabbath. We failed miserably. Our failure began with our thinking that observing a Sabbath on Saturday was not convenient, and we moved Sabbath to Wednesday or Thursday… whichever day would work best. And it was downhill from there. Building on that very obvious failure, this morning Mark and I decided to start again. We will start small. Mark suggested that we think of the Sabbath as if we were a taxi cab driver with the off-duty light on. He added, “What if the day is devoid of the normal?” That is good. Our first step to achieving inner-peace is to refrain from listening to all news on Saturdays.

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A velvet, log cabin, sunshine and shadow quilt made by my great-grandmother.

I’ll let you know how it goes.












About timeout2

I have lived 100 lives. I write essays, short stories, poetry, grocery lists and notes to myself. If I am ever lost, look for a paper trail, but be careful not to trip over any books that lie scattered here and there. I am a reader. I am a reader in awe of writers. When I don't live in Westcliffe, Colorado, I live in London where I am a long-time member of Word-for-Word - Crouch End.
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6 Responses to Sunlight and Shadow

  1. Lou Kravitz says:


    Thank you for the compliment. Its nice to have mutual respect even from opposite sides of the political spectrum.

    Reading your blog I wonder if you really meant “I was left-thinking about the healing power of touch – a power that transcends political angst.” Sorry, I couldn’t resist.

    Eight years ago a young Senator became president, and he was the subject of much debate about his lack of experience, his political resume and even his place of birth. Half the country doubted his capacity to serve.

    I am not sure the how many of those who voted for or against Obama consider his performance as president as being good or not, or successful or not? Its tough to change people’s minds except by extraordinary performance, or downright mishandling of an administration. If you ask two political polar opposites like us, you’ll get two very different answers.

    This entire election cycle has been unique, and one that should provoke some changes of the rules.

    I hope the groundswell of anger dies a normal death, and the country can go forward. If the election cycle was humiliating for America, we don’t need an aftermath to make it more so.


  2. H Brent Bruser says:

    So many of us are reaching, grasping, wanting. Time helps to heal and time is our friend, hopefully.

    Sent from my iPad


    • timeout2 says:

      Time is our friend. Winter is coming. There is nothing like being stuck in the snow or skidding off the cliff driving down the Hardscrabble to get our heads screwed on. Thanks for the rice and gumbo. Yum!

  3. Anne Relph says:

    Much love and many thanks ❤️👑Anne

    Sent from my iPhone


    • timeout2 says:

      Dear Anne, Thank you for the hug. Tis the season for getting and giving all the hugs we can get. Congratulations on a very successful Westcliffe Center for the Performing Arts season. What would we do without your vision, and dedication to theater? We are lucky indeed. xo

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