SOUL MUD: Random Ramblings of my 24/7 Brain

The past 48 hours have been traumatic and emotionally challenging to say the least.   The election has left my head thick and I have a feeling, a weight that I’ve been unable to identify and it is unsettling.   I understand that the democratic system that is in place in the country that I love has elected a President.   I cherish the freedoms I have to express my thoughts and opinion and therefore I respect that there are opinion that differ from mine and I understand that these differences are what make us great.   But there is a lingering weight that continues to bears down on me and I have been uncertain how to identify exactly what it is and therefore, I have been at a loss as to how to deal with it.     But, this morning, it hit me.   I am grief stricken.   I am grieving - mourning a loss.    I can only speak for myself here, and as much as I would like to offer an explanation for and defend others whom I assume may be feeling...

It has been a rough election.  From the very beginning, it seemed surreal - like we were watching reality TV at its best - or maybe worst since it was more than TV - it was our reality.  The campaigning was vicious and the conflict was non-stop.  The debates were so unreal that it was almost comical until you stopped for a moment and realized that it wasn't just entertainment, it was the bid for the greatest honor in our country - The President of the United States of America.  (As I type that last sentence out, I can't help but think how ironic the word "United" is as we are anything but a united society at this moment. - But I digress.) As the race for the White House went, I found that I was interested and began watching the debates and speeches in hopes that I would gain insights into what was going on.  But, eventually, in every instance, I would be so disgusted and overwhelmed that I would stop watching and retreat to a book in an attempt to bl...