Posted on November 10, 2012 by Jennifer Wolfe
I didn’t sleep much Monday night. I imagine there were many American moms, fathers, teachers, women, men, children, immigrants, gays, lesbians, and people of all races who couldn’t slip into a peaceful slumber, knowing that the next day their life could change dramatically. I knew I had done all I could – I read, researched,
walked the talk, and even whispered a plea to the universe, hoping that all would be well, and that goodness, honesty and right would prevail.
My prayers were answered.
Out of the mountain of despair, a stone of hope.
Truth reigned over falsehood. Honor over accusation. Good over greed.
I didn’t sleep much Tuesday night, either. My tears of gratitude, relief, joy, dripped onto my pillow. My heart exploded, and my dreams lifted with hope again.
My prayers were answered.
For American mothers. Fathers. Teachers. Women. Men. Children. Immigrants. Gays. Lesbians. People of all races.
Out of the mountain of despair, a stone of hope.
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Posted on November 6, 2012 by Jennifer Wolfe
I’d been getting the emails for several weeks. Each time I opened and read the plea for volunteers to come to Nevada, to work on the campaign, I felt a twinge of guilt. It was so easy to ignore them, delete and they were gone. It didn’t take much. But they kept coming. And I kept considering, and deleting.
Until I got a phone call from a friend that changed everything. I couldn’t resist-she had it all set up, I was free, and it wouldn’t take much for me to step up and walk the talk. I considered, and instead of deleting, I accepted.
I’ve never worked much on a political campaign. I’ve made some phone calls, sported bumper stickers on our cars, made our monetary donations, worked phone banks and made sure I was educated on the issues. Politics is commonplace in our family conversations, but actually participating face-to-face with other like-minded people is new territory. I felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness as I packed the car and drove through the dark to Reno.
I woke up the next morning twittering with excitement. Breakfast couldn’t go fast enough; the family couldn’t get ready as quickly as I wanted. I couldn’t wait to see what it was all about, especially with my children by my side. As the rally began, chants of “Si Se Puede” rang out above the thunderous clapping of the Unite HERE group of volunteers. The energy built to a crescendo, then the details of why we were there and what we needed to accomplish began. There was a palpable sense of purpose in the air; a definite sense of duty to take action and teach my children firsthand what a presidential election is all about.
Armed with our ‘universe’ of names and addresses and a few hundred door hangers, we headed out to the streets of Reno to knock on doors and urge people to get out to vote. Our nervousness edged away, replaced by a sense of duty and service. As my son and I walked together we talked about his opinions on the election, and who he would vote for, and why. With each step, each contact, and each door hanger left, we came closer to our goal of taking action and walking the talk.
Our lunch break provided another opportunity to open up our world. Eating side by side with union workers from all over California allowed us a peek into a community we know little about. To learn these workers had spent the last two months away from their families in order to work on the campaign humbled me. To hear my son conversing in Spanish with Rosa, a Disneyland banquet server, made me swell with pride.
Our day was long, yet satisfying. Overall, we made nearly 125 contacts as we methodically walked our territory. Together, we moved through gated communities, apartment complexes, and converted motels to spread our message of democracy. We met people of all political persuasions. We felt the importance of each and every vote, and heard the power of the people when united for a common cause.
But most importantly, I sensed the lessons my children were absorbing through the sights, sounds, and people they met along the way. I felt no more guilt. I could no longer ignore it – I needed to take action. To walk my talk. To show my children what true citizenship really is. It didn’t take much. Consider it. Get out and vote. Show your children what you believe.
What have you been wanting to do? What would you need in order to take action?
Posted on November 5, 2012 by Jennifer Wolfe
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Posted on November 1, 2012 by Jennifer Wolfe
Sometimes we just have to grab onto whatever it takes to make it through the day…
memories of peaceful times, hopes for the future, faith in friendships, and love of beauty.
Peace.
What do you do to brighten your day? Do you have a special place that you go back to?
Posted on October 25, 2012 by Jennifer Wolfe
When the obligations stack up
and the emails aren’t returned
shoulders groaning under it all
it goes on.
When your thoughts are dry
and your eyes are soaked
fog shrouding your brain
it goes on.
When you can’t decide
and you wake before your time
wishing the covers would envelop it all
it goes on.
When your child falls
and your soul is breaking
scrambling to say the right thing
it goes on.
When everyone else seems to have it fine
and you’re digging yourself out
barely keeping yourself vertical
it goes on.
When you think you cannot open your eyes to another day
and you feel like starting over
knowing today will tip the scale
it goes on.
Love goes on.
Hope.
goes.
on.
What keeps you going? Do you have three words of your own?
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