It’s Gratituesday! Today I am feeling an excitement I can’t quite name. There’s an exhilaration and vibrancy in the air. Can you feel it too? Or is it simply me?
This is like that churning sensation, antsy feet, jumping about while waiting in line for a roller coaster you’ve never ridden feeling. An electrical charge seems to pulse all around you. Something like that zings through the air today.
A job interview after ages of waiting, stomach flipping with nervous energy, feels this way. Today my stomach is an Olympic gymnast and I am mid-flight in a backflip waiting to stick the landing, arms held aloft and confident.
The first day back at school after summer break, new kids, new teacher, new hopes, a thrill of the unknown, the possibilities hovering on the edge. I look over the precipice with wonder today.
A box wrapped in shiny foil paper, bound with a glittering ribbon, knotted with a flourish and a bow, awaits opening. Soon now, very soon, the gift will be unwrapped and we will all see what’s inside.
I am grateful for the anticipation of the gift, the possibilities of a new school year, the promise in a job interview, the potential energy of a carnival ride.
I am grateful for this singular day of each voice joining in the song of America. I sit on the edge of my seat, listening, waiting, wondering.
And what about the day after when all expectations are dashed to pieces? I’m floundering
The song that is America continues, perhaps in a different key, perhaps not as some had wished, but it is still a song. It is a song of freedom, a song of individual voices that have power and strength and vitality. It is still a song with voices that can make a difference in how they reach out to one another, how they forgive, how they embrace, how they work. The song that is America can still resonate and flourish and have profound meaning.
My own best solution to a sense of being lost, of floundering, has usually found solace in serving an individual. There is always someone who needs a listening ear, a caring hand, a smile, a visit, a phone call, a message, a hug, a letter, a meal, a reminder that they are known and cared for. Whether this will help you or not, only you can know.
The other solace I have found is in music itself. Perhaps today, since your lostness seems to be rooted in yesterday’s losses, patriotic music would remind you of the joy and hope that is America. Or maybe you need the gentle reassurance of classical music with its sorrows and joys wound around and through the notes. Maybe spiritually based songs will touch your heart and reassure.
I wish you well. I wish you hope.