Monday, June 23, 2008
Is anyone else having crazy delicious midsummer dreams? It seems I've misplaced, for the moment, my habit of having nightmares and instead I'm creating beautiful scenarios and happy plotlines while I sleep.
Maybe it's the magic of midsummer that's sneaking into my psyche these days. Who knows? All I know is I'm waking up feeling hopeful and resilient, ready to face the challenges of the day - such as they are.
I know that Obama's book, Dreams from my Father has brought up a great deal of hope in me. Maybe it's the book that's inspiring my bout of great dreams.
When he accepts the nomination later this summer, I know I'll cry with happiness. Don't know what's going to happen come November. But he might win. It's possible. These days when I see those "1-20-09 - Bush's last day" bumper stickers, what I think is, "1-20-09 - Obama's first day."
If he makes it to the White House, that historic event will be a soul retrieval for the whole country. How effective he can be is another question entirely. The presidency is a terrible job. In fact, hardly anyone has ever been good at being the American president.
For me, the fact of Obama's candidacy, in and of itself, is an incredibly healing, marvelous dream. Go O!