Obama

I was actually asleep when I heard the news last night, which is rare, because as you know, this special medical substance they have your DivaCardista on can have you up all night, just parolling about, seeing where the wiles of insomnia can take you...

but last night i was totally asleep when i heard obama was the man with the delegates to do the thing we all need: bring the hope dignity and direction of this great nation not only back, but forward and with holy boldness.

then i got up and began to clean my kitchen.

as i began to get into the nooks and crannys of my sadly neglected freezer, i began to think of the team that brought us the notion and the phrase "run, jesse, run". i wondered what hey were pondering in thier hearts as this moment scrolls out before us. then i thought about my 90 some odd year old Godmother and how she and her crew--which, of course, included my ma--would say that if nobody got arrested during her days of social protest, they weren't on their job "keep[ing] the pressure on", in the words of another freedom fighter aka "Madiba" (from across the way...)

and i thought about my mother and all of the local politicking we used to do...i think of this a lot, especially since her going into the nursing home, where she sleeps a lot these days, as she is well into her 8th decade and no longer the voluble sis that i came to know. still opinionated and imperial when "on", but, you know, less and less so.

i thought about fanny lew hamer and unbought and unbossed shirley chisholm...and even now i think about how long it can take for a change to come...and how much it takes to be a change agent...even in/especially in our own lives...and, like the life stories of the Big Women in my life tell me, at the core, that not fighting is not an option...ultimately...and how if i don't, at some point, fight for you and you don't step it up and fight for me, we are not going to make it. period. forget that rugged individualism fantasy: we need we, and whatever we need to do to keep we together, we better recognize that right now, with all the humility and courage and grace and wit and stamina we can muster.

again, holy boldness is a plus.

what a journey this has been.

and it's only june.

throughout this democratic slugfest i also often wondered just how tired they must both/all be: the husbands and the wives and the kids and the extended family, fictive kin, etc...but especially she and he.

i hope they can get the rest and replenishment they need to do the next leg of battle.

i hope the same for all of us.

(here's the link that got me here in the first place:
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I truly wish us all the very best this day.

As for moi, i am going to dr. endo to get the next strategy for my next level of healing.

Let's all continue to be encouraged, shall we?

New Blessings,
DivaCardista
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Living in a Corn Maze / Diva Variations

No, not cool and summer groovy like Frankie Beverly and Maze...

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why is it that every new and fabulous idea I have ends up taking up more and more space in my once divine domicile? I seem to remember a time when I could actually fling my arms wide in some place of the sun. Not now, lest my entire empire come a-clattering down like a nearly completed jenga tower after the swipe of a vengeful cat.

It's duskin down dark, people, so your DivaCardista needs to find her way to the City and back before Tyra has them skinny women flying through the air with the greatest of ease (and, of course, a relaxed face).

So as always, I wish you peace...and space!

Blessings,
DivaCardista
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PS: You really can't keep a good woman down!
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