I apologize for not writing yesterday but I was emotionally and physically spent because of all that has happened since Trump has seized power.
Last night, Jon Stewart said something to the effect of: it has only been eleven days and I thought the Presidency aged the President, not the people.
I have many friends, checking their phones obsessively about the latest Executive Orders, Royal Edicts and their terrible repercussions, and many complain about an increased level of anxiety and depression.
Most mornings, I wake up with a pit in my stomach and an indescribable sense of dread and I’m getting worried that it’s beginning to affect my health. We all know that stress and uncertainty can give you cancer and god darnit, can Trump cause cancer if the news is upsetting enough, every day, in the next 4 years?
It does make me wonder: how can we be activists without the id in the White House taking over our lives, our world in a way that is not normal and offensive? How can we keep balance, without tuning out completely? We cannot tune out and normalize Trump. They did that with Hitler (Der Hitler macht kein Krieg: Hitler won’t start a war).
My friends tell me to take in the news in small doses, do what we can in terms of protest, calling congressmen and senators, signing petitions, marching peacefully to nourish the soul, reaching out to our Muslim friends, picking one cause and try to laugh, love and live more.
I had a long day of work today, and was standing in line at Safeway tonight, feeling stressed once again but I could not help but notice a father and his young son behind me in line. Cute kid. Beautiful eyes. Freckles on his nose.
“Want some bread, buddy, with our dinner?”
“Nah, don’t need bread.”
“I love you dad,” he then said.
“Love you, too, kiddo.”
Gosh. That was the medicine I needed. People loving each other again, authenticity, a connection between a father and child. The Trump administration has been spreading hatred, chaos and divisiveness and the balm is love, unity and peace. We’re going to have to work hard to create spaces of love, unity and peace to withstand the negativity that’s coming at us right now in abnormally high doses.
In order to detox myself for the next week or so, I’ve decided to go on a Facebook Fast, a Trump Colon Blow, but I will continue to post my daily blog, preferably not about politics.
Also, I’m getting on a plane on Friday to get away from it all, i.e. to the nearest place that still belongs to the Kingdom of the Netherlands, to chillax and do some writing. To regroup. To laugh and to learn how to live again. Hope you can do the same.
Remember that boy in Safeway. The generosity of a child, sharing the message of genuine love.