Monday, November 10, 2008

A moment of solitude...





Amidst the craziness of weddings and school, I've found myself in desperate need of a moment to myself lately. The opportunity for one came up suddenly while running an errand Friday afternoon! I realized, as I was about to get back onto the highway to head home, that I was right next to the entrance to a great local park. Umstead Park has a plethora of fantastic trails as well as great picnic spots and I really loved the opportunity to get to know it better a few years ago when I ran the very well executed Umstead Trail Marathon.

So I decided to avail myself of the opportunity and eat my lunch at the park. I didn't have much time, but even those 10 minutes were sufficient to bring a sense of calm back into my heart. It's no secret that I love fall deeply and the light in the trees was just incredible. I'm so glad that fall has come to North Carolina!



















Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Nearly speechless



I sat down to write just now, feeling so emotional and charged after last night's victory and the most inspirational political speech of my lifetime, thinking that I would have so much to say. But I find myself at a loss for words. At least the right words.
For as long as I can remember, I had a certain amount of envy for our parents' generation. While, of course, always grateful for the opportunities that they opened up for us, there lacked in my own generation and time the same passion to make the world a better place and the sense of personal responsibility to do just that. Please don't mistake my words- there has been no shortage of social injustices worldwide and at home for my generation to fight, and I am always both so proud of and awed by those individuals who have taken their commitment to a cause so seriously. But the understanding that we must unite and cooperate to bring about real change, that, as a society, we must sacrifice some of our daily convenience for the benefit of all people- in that way, my generation has been different than our parents. We've fought injustice, but we've done it in a more fragmented way- we've fought it from various struggling non-profits, or from our boardrooms, or by seeking the educational opportunities that our parents' worked so hard to open to us. I am not underestimating any of those efforts or the changes that they have brought about- of course they have been both significant and meaningful.

But last night, I heard a speech that riveted me to my seat. I heard a true leader commit to bringing us together, not in fear, but in cooperation. I felt what I can only imagine our parents must have felt watching JFK 's inaugural address and MLK's "I Have a Dream" speech. That we must act. That we must make a difference. And we finally have the leadership to unite us with each other and with the world. For the first time since I was a little girl, I felt justified in my awe of the President of the United States (even if he is still "elect") and inspired by him in a way I have never known. I can only feel that, come January, we are entering a new era in American history...a better America than we've been for some time. I can't wait to get started!
 
If you missed last night's speech by Obama, click here to read the transcript or watch the video.

Wow.

I have just three words tonight:

Yes. We. Can.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Another amazing story...


I just can't get enough of the stories regarding first time voters in this election. As someone who couldn't wait for the first election after turning eighteen, I have been so frustrated over the years by those who take the privilege for granted.

One of my favorite programs on NPR is "The Story" with Dick Gordon. He interviews regular people with exceptional stories- of triumph, of failure, of surviving daily life- and he always asks then great questions and seems so genuinely interested in their tale. Yesterday, as part of an ongoing series about how politics is personal, he featured the story of Aredelia Edmondson. She is 95 years old, raised 13 children, and never voted prior to this election. Her story is compelling, to say the least...if you have a spare moment, I can't urge you strongly enough to listen to it here.

I will be waiting this evening with baited breath to see these election results come in. It's not everyday that you can look up and realize that you are, indeed, witnessing history being made. Amazing.

Monday, November 3, 2008

My Runaway Groom...

Justin ran Raleigh's City of Oaks Half-Marathon yesterday and I thought I'd share a few of the highlights! He ran the full marathon last year and spoke highly of the course, albeit mentioning several times how hilly it was. This was his first half-marathon and he has proclaimed that it might be the ideal distance!

Being there as a "groupie" made me ache to be out there, too! I will heed my doctors' warnings, but I am thoroughly looking forward to my next long race!

Here are a few fun shots...

Packet pick-up


Only Justin is this happy to start running 13.1 miles!


The big finish...


Post race- no one will accuse him of not working hard!

An emotional vote...


North Carolina has early voting, which I think is fabulous! Over the last couple of weeks, I've seen numerous "I Voted Today" stickers on folks at the grocery store, at school, and on most of my friends. In conversation after conversation, my friends have talked about feeling particularly emotional at the polls while casting their vote in this monumental election. I went on Friday, curious to see if I would feel the same.

I chose to make downtown Durham my polling place, since that was where I cast my primary vote. For those of you that are not familiar with Durham's demographics, it has a large and active African-American population. Most of the volunteers and voters at the downtown poll were part of this community. The line was relatively short- I would say I only waited 10 minutes or so- but as I approached the interior of the building, I kept hearing cheering. As I neared the entrance, I realized that the volunteer manning the machine accepting the ballots was asking each voter if it was their first time voting. If the person answered "yes", all of the volunteers would cheer loudly. As I stood in line in that building, several first time voters passed through with the accompanying cheers and I started to feel that well of emotion that my friends had talked about.

Then there were two first-timers in a row that sent me right over the edge. The first, a young African-American man, likely no more than 18 or 19 years old, who was dressed in a huge oversized puffy jacket, sagging pants, and a sideways baseball cap very proudly placed his ballot in the machine and swaggered out of the building. The very next voter was an elderly African-American man. He was small and hunched, and clearly wearing his very best. When asked if it was his first time voting, he slowly looked up at the volunteer, shakingly handed the ballot to him, and said in a whisper, "In all my 80-odd years, this is the first time I've ever been able to vote." I can't even write about it without choking up.

In my opinion, this epitomizes the miracle of the Obama campaign. Whether these individuals voted for him or not, the effort put forth by his campaign to make sure that people were registered and able to vote has been tremendous. He has made this election something that a young man, an old man, and myself have in common and asked us to consider how else we might be alike.

The right to vote has been so hard-earned by so many throughout history. Beginning with a small group of men in 1776 deciding that, although there was no other democracy in the world, no one should be governed without representation and power, through suffragists imprisoned and refusing food until women were enfranchised in 1920, to civil rights workers in the 60s threatened and harmed in order to make the Fifteenth Ammendment a reality for African Americans. Still, just over 50% of registered voters actually cast their vote. (For an interesting Wikepedia article on how we compare with other nations and reasons for low turnout, click here) Tomorrow is election day...PLEASE get out there and appreciate the gift and privilege that the right to vote really is!

A few places I've spotted a desire for change...


Our little Maine lobster!


As many of you already know, Justin and I are moving to Portland, Maine after my graduation from law school. In honor of our excitement and impatience to move, Pickle's Halloween costume this year was a Maine Lobster!

Please understand that I am still new to photography and I've decided that Pickle is my training in capturing a quickly moving subject! She is tough!! As we walked her around the neighborhood, we were asked more than once is she had a crawfish on her back... apparently North Carolinians don't recognize a lobster when they see one!

So here is our baby as the mascot of our future home!

The image is a bit blurry, but check out that tongue!




My apologies for the less than dignified angle...but here is her lobster tail!


The lobster sleeps...