I had practically given up on politics. I didn’t see any solutions within it. But now I’m more open to any possibility that might bring about a better kind of future and a happier today. I can’t give up now, because I have to believe in a world where people can function together compassionately within it. Even if it’s not a reality, I have to grab onto every grain of peace and beauty I can find so I can hold it all together in my home and present a vision of what the world might be to this little bean within me that will be human.
I’ll be back with more soon, probably more pictures, probably more words. But it’s taking me a little while to adjust to the beat of my new life. I think every life has it’s own rhythm, it’s own drumbeat in the background. My body now contains two heartbeats, mine and another’s, and I find that my drumbeat is dancing a bit irregularly as well. So when I adjust a bit more, and am able to move with it I’ll pick out a melody and try to sing whatever comes out. In the meantime, I’ll stare at the birds, try to see the sunrise as often as possible, and watch the inauguration with enough sight to remember it for two.


