A deep sense of exhaustion dissolved most of the thoughts and words I had in mind for lining up for today’s post. But it’s just as well that I don’t’ carry on, adding more noise to the signal that came through loud and clear yesterday. This exhaustion feels like a luxurious soak in a hot bath. It’s a release of months’ worth of tensions that have built up to fortify the psyche against the onslaught of the medieval weaponry hurled at women by the fringe elements of the Republicans, along with their other medieval ideas of the way forward into a new dark ages not just for women, by the way.
Last night, many women in my Twitter stream expressed the same kind of sense of physical release once the election results came in, as if we had just realized how hard we had been holding our breath this year. A collective sigh of relief, with some of my younger friends publicly announcing the unclenching of more than just their lungs.
The weather here is about to turn rainy for a few days, but not before the mountain, the Sleeping Maiden herself, offers to mirror a relaxed pose as she basks in the clarity of the day’s last rays under a sky so swiftly cleared of haze.