Wednesday, February 1, 2017
So today is February 1. I have had over two months to get used to the idea of minority-elect President Trump. Every political announcement churns my stomach. And this is not a way to live for the next two years. I am redirecting my disgust and abhorrence into action - I will work through media, financial donations, and quilty comfort. I am doing what I can where I can. Kind of like cleaning a closet or writing a paper or making a quilt: small daily steps. And these steps add up, especially when combined with the daily steps of others.
Eric Zorn is one of my favorite Chicago Tribune columnists, and his Perspective article yesterday gave me great comfort. He points out that the many of the marchers from January 21 don't feel directly threatened by Trumpism. I fall into that category - I'm straight, white, of some means, have excellent health insurance, and "won't be alive along enough to be morally sickened by the poisonous air and water in a deregulated America." I don't have anything to lose or gain by protesting. Except self-respect, personal honor, concern for those who have less, and leaving a better world for future generations. I like that Zorn thinks we're at the beginning of a Liberal Spring. I think so, too.
The fabrics above are three jelly rolls that whisper to me daily, "It is our turn?" The top set is Zen Chic's Luster. The middle set are peppered shot cottons which I know will be part of next winter's hand quilting project. And the bottom set is "Aubade" by Janet Clare.