After the election of Donald Trump in November, I went on a long walk, and I found this cattail and I pinched it picturing Trump's ridiculous head between my fingers, and it was beautiful. And I pinched it again, thinking it a symbol of letting go, and it was also beautiful. It felt amazing between my fingers, and I recall doing this always when I was a boy, hunting with my dad, (who I love and who voted for Trump and who I therefore love no less) pinching cattails in sloughs and never being ready when the ducks would fly. It's so nice sometimes to just walk and remember. And I could say, well, these are analogies: guns are violence and pinching cattails is not, but neither is really fully true. There is each in the other. And there was always for me in those times a peace in the fading of the gunshot as it was carried away on the same wind as the delicate seeds of this flower, so that tomorrow there would be more cattails. With this election, I will continue as I have, but try harder to help others more in this next year, smiling more often, giving more of myself and holding less of the good parts of me back.
It's all a person can do and it's a lot. This was closure for me on a difficult day. Now I'm good to go, on the wind or against it.
P.S., Today I donated to Save the Children, which provides emergency food for Syrian children and supports education in refugee camps.