I saw a miracle on Tuesday, January 20, 2009.
I saw a world transform. I saw courage beyond the telling. I witnessed living breathing hope.
I saw the mystery of the human spirit soar and make itself visible. I saw my fear and discarded ideals burn away.
I saw my hope return.
With these three words, President Barack Hussein Obama began our inaugural address.
I witnessed the power of love, the power of hope restored hearts, my heart, our heart.
I watched humanity’s response awaken to its collective potency, to our deep remembering of shared magnificence.
Yes, yes, yes, something greater than self, meaning.
I saw mystery embody and create itself, again and again. I saw myself choosing to believe, again.
I saw my fear burn away. I saw myself disappear, spirit dancing wild, connected again with what I have always known is true, and had forgotten.
I heard myself whispering, yes.
Carolyn Rose Gimian said, “We would welcome our fear for the opportunity it brings us to develop fearlessness.”
Today I post a photograph by David Murray from a 2006 wedding rehearsal dinner at the Bush family compound in Walker’s Point, ME.
When our former president introduced himself, our eyes locked and I heard myself speaking.
“Mr. President, the world is praying for you. Sir, please do the right thing.”
Time stilled. Then silence. Two slow round tears ran down his face. A hug softened and broke the moment.
Two months later researchers at the Johns Hopkins Bloomberg School Of Public Health released a study
estimating over 600,000 civilian deaths since our invasion.
I offer this photograph in the spirit of paradoxical gratitude to former president George Walker Bush.
Thank you for showing us what happens when we do not speak.
Thank you for leading us to this moment where we stand together.
Thank you for showing us how a yes takes many forms.
Thank you for teaching us about our accountability.
Thank you for reminding us how forgotten hearts create a world without hope.
And so today I dance a little more and sing off-key a little louder.
I stand in awe, aware of our potential to emerge and be what we hold as most precious.
My yes is quieter and stronger today.
The words of the Rev. Joseph Lowery ring. Let us celebrate the “oneness of our family,” he said.
I am breathing and hoping