After the election, I was distraught. It wasn't just that my candidate lost. It was that Donald Trump won the Electoral College by fanning the flames of bigotry and hatred. Whether or not he really believes what he said doesn't matter.
So now here we are. Laurels and laments. Libation-filled laudatory and lugubrious leaps of self-loathing. One side won and the other lost. Clearly. Actually, lost is too tepid a word. The far right is seeing its final days... or not.
Obama won't save us. He won't destroy us. America's chilling predicament won't be solved by Democats in power. It wouldn't be solved by Republicans in power. Deliverance comes through hitching our wagon to something much bigger: our expanding universe.
After the pre-recorded phone messages have come to a stop and we've had a chance to feel and voice our opinion about the results, it's time to take a deep breath and bring some self-care back into our daily life.
The citizens' assembly, being non-governmental and community-based, would have no power to compel their participation. But I think very few would refuse. Who knows, maybe C-SPAN would want to cover it.
On Tuesday we gain a president but lose a narrative... No matter what happens tomorrow -- and despite the freeway collision of an economic crisis and two wars -- that narrative is possessed by Barack Obama.
On November 5th, do we start planning how we will stake our individual claims on the new president and Congress, or do we turn our attention to the greater opportunity to work together for the good of all?