A Change is Coming

So many things in my head tonight. A sadness that the Obama presidency is over, and being followed up by the Tweeter. A sadness even greater for this country. In this small community where I live people are terrified. Angry too, but terrified of the future more.

I walked about 2 miles today, down by the beach, through town, near the rec center. Every time I passed a group of people, meaning, 2 or 3 people, talking, they were talking about what is going on in this country. I could hear enough of the conversation to hear the fear, the anger, and the bewilderment as to how this country got to this place. This is a small town, a little touristy this time of year. Usually people are here to relax, enjoy the sun and the shops and the laid back life style.

Not today. That’s not what I saw.

I went to open mic. One of my good friends said she was dressed in black, for the national day of mourning tomorrow. It was a pretty prevalent feeling. The musicians were alluding to it, but also, bless their hearts, trying to find music with hope in it.

I said to my friend dressed in black, “Well, whatever happens after tomorrow, we’ll still have Mangia’s on Thursday night.” She said, “yes unless they take our social security.” I said, “then we’ll all bring a thermos, it will be BYOB.” She said, “that’s true, whatever happens we will all be in it together.”

But it’s a scary thing to be retiring, and have a threat against your income, that you’ve been paying into and assured of your whole life. None of the people here are wealthy. All of them are hard-working creative types who just want to enjoy these years, in the sun and under the palms of Florida.

I kept hoping that we would not, in future days, be looking back at tonight as our last amazing night, sitting under the trees and light, listening to our friends play and visiting with each other. I hope we don’t have to say, “oh remember that last amazing night before it all fell apart?” God I hope not. I hope there are many more to come.

I’m holding on to hope. It’s just what I do. I can’t go through my days fearful of what’s to come, so I hope. There’s not much else I can do, tonight, in this moment.

Love and light.

3 responses to “A Change is Coming

  1. Find a women’s march near u on Saturday!! There r Marches scheduled through the nation…I’ll be in LA protesting and defying this monster..the worst thing u can do at this time is nothing…

    • Oh there’s one close. But I can’t. I’m 65, my feet are arthritic, and ankles. I do what I can here, on social media. My protesting days were about 50 years ago, when campuses were burning all over the country and students were getting shot at Kent state. You young people need to carry the torch. We’ll be behind the lines supporting you. I just can’t stay on my feet all day anymore.

      • ‘Tis cool😉my partner has fibromyalgia so she can’t attend the march either..we all are doing the best we can in our own unique ways and I know ur spirit marches with us…so, goddess be with u. 😎✊🏽🙏🏼🌺

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