Honestly, I have no idea what to write right now because Samhain is a loaded time for me on a good year. While this is a good year: I’m successfully divorced with only a few details remaining and I’m living in a place I’ve dreamed of; it’s also a very bittersweet year. A year ago exactly today I packed all my things and left.
There are a lot of things that influenced my decision to get a divorce. One of the ones that played no small part was my ex-husbands politics and his family’s politics. They’re a special kind of libertarian that will see the world burn, as long as it never touches them. As I read the news about gender being strictly defined and the tragedy at the Tree of Life Synagogue, I can’t help but be reminded that to my deep eternal shame I was once part of them. Even if I voted blue, and donated blue, and tried to persuade them blue, I was still part of that tribe. (Although as my mother noted, that tribe and my wedding into that family were some of the coldest we’ve experienced.)
But I pulled my way out. And that means something. So maybe as we head into the new year, we should pay tribute to the beloved dead, and then honor them by trying to pull our way out of the national mess we’re in. The first step is to vote. The wheel won’t turn unless we turn it.