Between the election and inauguration I had both knees replaced. I found myself in a situation that required all of my attention to heal. I’m not sure which has been more challenging, the knees or my resultant despair from a Trump presidency. I’m not there but I’m making good progress. Healing requires work. As attentive as I am too my physical therapy I am mindful that my mental state requires more deliberate attention. Being angry and outraged has the hidden seduction of feeling warranted. One of the ugliest parts of social media and our current divide is the taunting that appears in contentious threads. When someone of a foreign, to me, ideology takes pleasure in my discomfort I want to blast back with both barrels. That won’t help me heal.
Just as my physical therapy requires daily stretching and exercise so does the search for my best path forward. I’ve started by talking more with friends. I have also started to go back to church. Some things are just so beyond me that I have to trust a higher power will handle them for me. I’m reading more. I want to be sure that much of what bothers me merits my outrage. Most does. Somehow focusing on the issue itself is better for taking action than responding to provocative memes. Later today my family is getting together to head into DC to attend an “Islam: Then and Now” panel discussion. I’m watching more documentaries and I’m here, writing more to consolidate my thoughts. Stretching and exercising.
Last night my wife and I watched “Star Wars: The Force Awakens” and there is a scene where Rey is about to succumb to the light saber of Kylo Ren. Kylo suggests Rey should accept the power of the dark side and he is willing to “teach” her. Get over it, move on, and accept your fate are analogous refrains. It is at that point when Rey stands firm and lets the light of the force give her the strength to fight another day. That is where I am trying to get. If I continue to stretch and exercise I’ll be there in no time.
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