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Facing the broken Harris Walz pieces
A shocking thing happened to me two days after Kamala lost the election. Still in a state of stunned disbelief, I broke my Harris/Walz cup. From my second floor landing, I usually hold my lightweight mesh laundry hamper over the railing and let it drop to the kitchen floor. This saves me hauling the hamper down the stairs. That day, I was also taking my coffee cup to the kitchen for a refill.
A thought popped into my mind - you can put the dirty cup in the hamper and let it go down with the dirty clothes. I had never done any such a thing before. For an instant, another thought popped in - what if the cup bounces out and breaks?
Oddly heedless of the risk, I set the cup on top of the clothes, bent over the railing and let the whole thing fall. In what seemed like slow motion, similar to the unfolding of Harris’s loss of the election, the hamper fell, the cup at the top of the clothes bounced high and out over the top of the hamper and crashed to the floor. With horror I watched the cup bounce and its handle break into pieces.
Just the day before, I had replied to Marie Sutro’s comment in response to a George Cramer blog article about my journey as an author and using broken pieces of life as sources of writing.
Now, I need to consider how to glue the handle of my Harris/Walz cup back together as we have to figure out how to repair our broken vision of a better country, and forge the pieces into strength and beauty.
