August 16th, 2010:  Something  Greater

We saw the bright orange Air Force helicopter circling low over the downtown buildings this morning and knew that it was about to happen.  The energy of the small crowd picked up.  People opened their cell phones ready for a picture, the police on horse back into place, the police canine into place, men in suits came out of the building, a lot of men in suits and got into vans.  A man came out of a door around the corner and got into a sherrif’s suv and as he closed the door the garrage door of the building directly behind the suv began to lift off of the ground.  It was happening.  First there was the police car, then the 8 motorcycles got into formation 2 by 2, then, the limosine with the flags on each side of the front  and the Presidential seal came out of the building and turned the corner, then a second limosine with the flags at the front and the seal and a man in the back seat in white shirt sleeves came out and joined.  Following that were about 6  white vans carring lots of people, more police cars and finally a black armoured truck anchored the procession.  We watched the limosenes turn the corner to get on the free way to the airport and watched the bright orange helicopter leading from above.  It was stunning.  I had no idea.  I felt tears in my throat.

What was that?  Why my sense of awe and feeling in my throat?  I’m not a groupie.  I don’t like politics.  I don’t think Obama is any more important or better than I am in the larger scheme of things.  So what is this? 

I think it is the immediate sense of something greater than myself in a visable metaphor.  I know it represented the effort of thousands of people working together to make this whole thing happen.  And it was the metaphor, the representation of an idea.  An idea and an ideal in the flesh that clearly we all want and hold dear.

And the sense of nearly other worldly power I flet.  And then I know that power is in me.  It’s not out there but in here.  In me.  And I just got the chance to “touch” it, to “see” it when most of the time I accept it on faith or I know it by the joy in my heart.

And then I feel such appreciation for this morning I had asked that I become more grounded in the new sense of power emerging in me…and then there is was…the affirmation in the flesh.  We all have that power.

With love, Connie