On This Historic Day

On this historic day, I think of the parameters of my life span - beginning in November 1955 - to this present moment...

I was born two weeks before Rosa sat down on that bus, so that Martin could march, so that Barack could run - so that our children could fly on the wings of their dreams...

I still vividly remember my son in kindergarten, visibly irate after hearing the story of Rosa Parks, demanding to know what I had done to correct the injustice of that situation. I had to remind him that I was only a two week old infant, living in London, England at the time, and totally incapable of taking any action...

On this historic day, I witness a sea of humanity who have come from far and wide - and from every background and ethnic and racial origin - to see the swearing in of a new President, who clearly ushers in a new era....

On this historic day, which is also my 28th wedding anniversary, I watch events unfold before me I only dared to dream, as I contemplate drinking an '81 bordeaux to celebrate two occasions...

On this historic day, I give thanks for all that has made this day possible, and for the shift in consciousness that is tangible, palpable, and undeniable and for the Divine Presence that permeates all of it!

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