Beverly Fleming
A load lifts
Released from the grip of this election, a voter returns to living in the now
The day after the election, I woke, benumbed and disbelieving, just as I had on that fateful day in November 1963, when John F. Kennedy was assassinated. I recalled that moment when time stood still and my world turned upside down.
Yet, just this morning, one day later, as the sun rose, pouring its golden rays on the very spot where I sit each morning to do my daily reading and writing, I was surprised at how light and unencumbered I felt, as the heavy load of agitation, deeply simmering rage and fear that had held me in its grip began to evaporate.