I caught this photo while walking last week with dear Yael, post-volunteering and post cheesy-frittata breakfast. It was beautiful to me and I was a little surprised.
I usually don't think of myself as patriotic, especially not these days when it's hard to tell what our national identity even means and there's a daily reminder of what's wrong with humanity blaring from the news.
I often question how helpful it is to get upset. Is my anger the fuel that keeps me fighting against injustice or is it an emotional sinkhole that drains the energy I need for the work that is truly mine?
Some mornings I don't turn on the radio because I just don't want to hear it. Am I hiding or preserving? I truly don't know but it feels important to keep asking myself that question.
What has helped me most in this political climate is taking an evolutionary perspective. It can be easy to think we were almost "there" (as in we had almost reached a society that valued truth, justice, and caring for our people) yet this election revealed such an important layer.
We are seeing the ugly, squishy shadow of many of our privileges, actions and attitudes. We are facing our own victim-mentality, bottled-up rage and deep indifference. We are seeing ourselves in radical new ways.
To me, this feels as productive as it does scary. To me, I equal parts want to observe what's unfolding and create radical change. Can both be true? I don't know. Yet in the space to question it all and the belief that I could still possibly make a difference, I am grateful to be here and now. It's rich, it's fascinating and there is so much opportunity for positive change.
That's all the patriotism I have in this moment and that could potentially be enough to keep me moving forward.