It is the morning of the first day of the rest of our lives. I’m wearing my “well, shit” tee shirt, and finishing up the thermos of apple cider that has a tiny splash of rum in it that I poured myself last night.
I think a lot of us hoped we’d wake up to an easier world this morning, and as usual, it didn’t happen. Entropy’s a bitch.
So now what?
I offer these words, which are not mine. They have many interpretations. I offer my interpretations for getting through today.
First, a zen koan:
Before enlightenment, chop wood, carry water.
After enlightenment, chop wood, carry water.
The work that was there yesterday is still there today, whether yesterday was the day you became enlightened or not.
Second, attributed to Rabbi Tarfon:
Do not be daunted by the enormity of the world’s grief. Do justly, now. Love mercy, now. Walk humbly now. You are not obligated to complete the work, but neither are you free to abandon it.
The work that was there yesterday would not have been completed today regardless of what happened with the US election.
My aunt took great comfort for words attributed to the Persians, proving (to me) that people have been people since we became people.
This too shall pass.
And finally, my calendar this morning:
It is totally expected and acceptable for today to be a hard day. If doing the work today brings you solace, I welcome you to throw yourself into the work. If doing the work today is too much, I welcome you to rest. Take a breath. Panic if you need to — your feelings are valid. Take comfort where you can.
This too shall pass.
