On inauguration eve, I dream of wandering through my childhood hometown and wake thinking of the November morning four years when I woke early and realized I would have to tell my daughters that Donald Trump won the presidency.
Four years seems so long ago — far longer ago than my own childhood of the 1970s when not all that much seemed to happen.
As I lie in bed reading about the Vikings — these ancient, fascinating people — snow drifts down outside, twinkling in my neighbor’s porch light. She’s up, too, as are my neighbors across the street, all three of our houses awake this morning long before dawn. In a different world, I’d pull on my coat and slip into my boots, walk through those unshoveled inches of fresh snow, and offer a piece of coffee cake my daughter baked.
In my own family life, we’ve slipped through so many borders and changes in these four years, one tiny ripple in the endless ripples of human life. Today, January 20, yet another change. May this be for civility and decency.
The Viking Age was very much a time of borders—between cultures and ways of life, between different views of reality, and between individuals, including at the level of liberty itself.
— Neil Price, Children of Ash and Elm: A History of the Vikings
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Beautifully written …I too hope for “civility and decency.”
A pleasure to find your Vermont blog!
It does feel like we’re crossing a border. Here’s to delivering coffee cake to neighbors, civility and decency, indeed.
I am hopeful we all still want the same basic things and that we can progress forward together. Beautiful post.