I’m on my way home from a study group/retreat for ministers seeking to build large UU churches, and it was an inspiring and educational experience. The only thing that kept the weekend from being perfect was that it is also Election Day weekend, and I had to forego my poll monitoring work with Election Protection. Last time, in 2004, I was in Philadelphia, PA. This time, I’m on my way home from Boston, after having voted via absentee ballot before I left town.
Good thing, too–according to my husband, who arose early to vote near our Upper West Side apartment and found the lines circling the block in triplicate! He decided to go to work and come back at lunch, when they expect lines to be only about an hour long.
The feeling I am sitting with is almost like being pregnant, waiting for something wonderful to be born, pretty clear that all will be well, but never really being sure until you can see it with your own eyes. I will be up all night if I have to, but I just can’t sleep through this moment in history.
All’s well that ends well – and you didn’t have to stay up all that late to see the birth!