All week I've felt pregnant. The country has felt pregnant to me, about to give birth to something. What is birthed may be terrible or beautiful, and nobody knows until the moment of birth. I've been doing everything I can conjure - praying, visualizing, hoping, be-ing - to help bring in the very best, finest, most nourishing new life possible. I've taken it on myself to embody the responsibility of bringing the best possible outcome for this election.
I've just watched John McCain's concession speech, which was graceful and generous. I feel he could have said much more to repair the harm that his harsh accusations wrought within his following... but it was gracious enough to please me.
President-elect Obama's acceptance speech should be coming up soon. Tonight, I am proud to be an American in a way that I've never felt before. This is a deep sense of our entire human race moving into a new level of brilliance at long last. At very long last. I am proud. PROUD! I am so proud to have been part of it, and with all my heart I have been part of this. I am pleased that the voting machine debacle was repaired enough that this election was made possible.
A balm of Spirit is flowing through me, healing wounds that have injured and scarred humanity for centuries. We who live and vote this year have contributed to this historic birth. I am proud.