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A World in Transition

Last night something amazing happened. Some might call it a miracle. Some felt as if their prayers had been answered. And still others felt the despair in their hearts loosen as they watched this unique American spectacle called Election Day. It wasn’t even close this one. The hope and desire for real change manifested itself in the man who won the election by a landslide. The snapshots of Americans who voted for Obama were varied and diverse. The images of people, yeah just people of so many colors standing as one were spectacular. But what struck me the most was the reaction from around the world.

The photographs of citizens from places far from this American soil showing their optimism and joy for the new president to be were beautiful. It blew my mind. It reflected the connectedness that we all share – the oneness of humanity. It was as if color no longer mattered (when really did it ever?). It was like we finally grew up as a civilization. And the man on the TV screen was one of us. No more idiotic swagger and insipid rhetoric. Someone who was going to think ahead and plan forward – looking to the future and yet dealing with the now.

If you get a chance look at the slide show on today’s New York Times website of the worlds reaction to Obama’s victory. It brought tears to my eyes. I thought of my sons Nick & Bodhi and felt for the first time in a long time that maybe just maybe the world they are inheriting will be one based in awareness and love. A world where “change” is not a four letter word, where that simple yet profound word (CHANGE!) becomes inherent in the worlds vernacular and inspires new choices and new directions.

Right now I can feel the transition occurring in my own emotions and within my own body. Something is going on and I can feel my resistance has been in play for a while now. I find that some days I'm all over the new ways I've been expressing myself in the world. Then there are days like today where I fall prey to the "shoulds" and "can'ts" and the feeling of being stuck. Whether it's trying to shift the old way I run my business or the familiar way I hide myself behind my mask. It's the same story. The choice is really simple and really sweet. Keep resisting; keep holding tight to the old model. Or?

Fall in step with the transition, open my arms to the changes going down and let it happen. Last night the world was blessed with an opportunity. Climb aboard that train, cause change is gonna come…

It is indeed a world in transition and I for one am liking what I’m seeing.

God bless and Godspeed.

J

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