This morning was another morning that seemed nearly impossible. After watching the VP debates last night (I wish I had had one of these) the feeling of acedia came back like gang busters in my early hours today. I had to force myself to get up & pray. I had to force myself to try and have faith. I had to force myself to not call in sick to work & hide under the covers.
How I got out of the house was like this: after going over in my mind how anyone with half a brain could possibly even think Barack Obama has less experience than Sarah Palin or that Joe Biden & Mrs. Palin seemed happy to agree that marriage should only be defined as "one man & one woman" I realized my wheels were spinning & I was not going to get back to sleep. Next my mind tried to focus on things like service, being less selfish, believing in HP & knowing that I am in this world, not of it. Finally my body carried my brain out of the bedroom to pray on my knees. Soon after, I read in my tattered big book and got dressed.
Walking to the bus stop the last lines from an overused but magnificent poem by Robert Frost came to mind.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
So here I am sharing these thoughts & hoping I am not alone. That others made it out of bed too despite not wanting to go anywhere or do anything or listen to any more election garbage. That together we are lighting a candle of hope in our hearts and not giving up on the loveliness life can give us & more importantly, that we can contribute to it. Just knowing that as I was upon my knees this morning in prayer, many others around the world, regardless of religious affiliation were praying too, was such a comfort. As we go on from this moment, let's not forget that we are not alone.