Hello from a grey and somewhat subdued New York City. It's about twelve hours since we've known the outcome of the election cycle, and I don't entirely know what to think. So, what follows are mumblings- inspired by the things we have been up to for the last week.
It's a big place
We drove about a thousand miles and barely left New York State. The USA is huge and has vast swathes of natural resource and so I think I am beginning to understand why it doesn't have an international narrative like much of Europe. In that big space we definitely saw more Trump signs than Clinton ones, more conservatism than liberalism. In eight days we saw three minutes of news about affairs overseas (and no, we were not watching Fox News). Anyone you mention Brexit to looks at you like you are asking about a new drug- so the frame of international reference is negligible outside of the Beltway,.
It's lost a lot
One of the things about looking at a map rather than a guidebook when…
Some of my earliest memories are of Sunday mornings. There
was one which seemed to involve being in a big hall colouring pictures, but I
didn’t much like that, so the memories that have stuck are of sitting outside.
Now, I love outside, it calms me, so pretty much any outdoor activity would
have held some thrall for my turbulent child self. But the family Sunday
activity was football.
When I was very small my Dad played. He was past his glory
days by the time I can remember. The cartilage in his knees had run out before
the rest of his body- and so much of my memory of him was as he “ran the
line”.I’m pretty sure he sometimes did
that in wellies, but its been a long time.
Sunday football was part of our life. We would go to the
game and then mum would join us as we had drinks at the social club next door.
It’s why I drank beer from the age of eight and could snaffle my way through
about a thousand calories of crisps in a sitting.
And then we would go home, have a massive roast and w…
It is still early, only twenty four hours since many of us
woke up to find that what we had hoped did not happen. The referendum, for many
is lost, and the reaction is fierce. What follows are a few ideas of how to
navigate the next wee while.
If this hurts, hurt. If it make us feel scared, be scared.
Anger and blame are great displacements- and they have their moment (which is
still now, don’t just squash it) - but get as close to the real feelings as you
can. And take that moment to acknowledge that for many of us part of the
challenge is that we are not used to getting our own way.
If you are reading this, the outcome is worse for many other
people. They may have voted for it, but they will suffer. Be kind. And be kind
to those who are very fearful. Being an EU worker at this moment must feel
pretty grim. Be kind.
How many of us have run our phone batteries dry in the last
24 hours? The urge to check social media and keep abreast of what s going on is…