Sometimes you have to step back and just savor the moment.
#BirdieSanders is a female House Finch. Learn more about this bird: https://t.co/uTltjNJgb2 pic.twitter.com/CfDc0RMiTe
— Audubon Society (@audubonsociety) March 26, 2016
2016 has already been a long and tough election season. It’s had more than its share of scary and awful, particularly on the Republican side. It’s easy to forget that the Democratic primary is pretty familiar. A moderate heavy favorite faces an unexpectedly tough challenge from an exciting, more ideologically pure challenger. My superpac happens to support Hillary Clinton. She is a smart and substantive steward on behalf of liberal social policies. She is less of a general election risk. She reminds me of the warm and smart women I work with in social services and public health who are the workhorses who get things done.
Whatever side you are on, it’s easy to let the relentless grinding process get you down. It’s sometimes important to step back and just enjoy a nice human moment. From across the primary divide, I get a smile on my face watching the sheer joyousness of some Sanders rallies.
The other day, a little bird landed at Sanders’ podium. It was a sweet moment.
My friend Rich Yeselson reminds me that Emily Dickinson has something to say about all this:
“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –
I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.
[Cross-posted at The Reality-Based Community]
