She planted a seed.
And, it will grow.
If you are like me, you may have spent the last week trying to make sense of how America elected someone like Donald Trump to its highest office. He was not elected to mayor, not appointed to be an aide or a local ombudsman (no offense to any those positions). He was elected to the presidency of the United States of America, arguably the most powerful country in the free world.
This was a candidate with a reality show resumé and a mouth as raunchy as a 1980’s high school locker room after football practice on a Tuesday night. This is a grown man who mocked a disabled person at a campaign event. And, this is now a president who has the KKK staging rallies of celebration for his triumph. We are living in scary times people. Batten down the hatches.
Even if you didn’t care for Hillary, the truth is, she has spent her entire adult life fighting for human rights, and was the most qualified person for the job on that ballot. She should have won. Yes, she was victorious with the popular vote, and I’m not gonna downplay how much solace I take in this. (to the tractor drivers on the our country roads: No, that bumper sticker is not coming off anytime soon!), but unless something changes, I don’t have the Madame President I was hoping for, and whom we were led to believe by the media would be shattering that glass ceiling in New York’s Javits Center last Tuesday night.
But, back to trying to make sense of things. Trying to assess feelings. I’ve been on a rollercoaster of emotions, frankly. Worse than any hormone jag I’ve ever experienced. Firstly, this really does bite. Like when someone you love dies and there is nothing you can do about it except accept it as fact, grieve your loss, and gradually go on with your life. I am grieving. I can’t cook or bake and have no appetite, which, as I try to squeeze into my denims from last winter, would customarily be welcomed. My son and my Irish family and friends want answers that I do not have. They are absolutely stunned too. For Ireland, as with many countries in the world, America symbolises greatness and garners a great deal of respect–in large part due to its cultural diversity. It is a country that is stronger together. Even though I do not currently live in the USA, I am a proud dual citizen of America and Ireland. I have voted in every US election since moving to Ireland, and we still spend a fair bit of time in the states. Our son also has dual citizenship. I love my home country. And, I am heartbroken over the outcome of the election.
I’ve been trying to distract myself with everything from taking more time to work the fields of the farm, to going completely mad and trying out extreme sports (hilarious, but highly recommended!)
Despite my anguish, I still feel uplifted by Hillary’s hard-fought, very significant campaign. It was not for nothing! I also feel strengthened and inspired to #liveuptomygodgivenpotential, and spurred on by the powerful words of her concession speech,
“Because, you know, I believe we are stronger together and we will go forward together. And you should never, ever regret fighting for that. You know, scripture tells us, let us not grow weary of doing good, for in good season we shall reap. My friends, let us have faith in each other, let us not grow weary and lose heart, for there are more seasons to come and there is more work to do.”
There IS more work to do. We must pick ourselves up. Which is why I have decided today, that I will plant a massive victory garden* in Hillary’s honour. Growing food gives me tremendous pleasure, beats any anti-anxiety remedy by a longshot, and takes me out of my head. I’m not a master like my friend Dermot, but I do have a bit of a green finger. The best bit is that when you sow a seed, watch it grow, and then harvest your abundance, it is an act of compassion that never fails to provide hope, joy, and wellness in your life.
So, together with my family we are breaking ground on a ½ acre allotment on the farm and planting seeds this week. I’m calling it my Hillary Garden. Never mind that it’s not the season for planting, there are plenty of overwintering vegetables with our name on them (along with a few flower bulbs too). We’ve got work to do and we will build on what we already have, and grow more and more.
Will you join me and #growitforward by planting your own seeds (even sprout or herb seeds on your window sill!)? Or, by leaving your name below and we will plant a seed for you in Ireland? (you are welcome to come visit anytime and do some weeding too!) As the weeks, months and seasons go on, I will be documenting and sharing our progress on this blog and on social media, and hope you will too. If we all use the hashtag #sheplantedaseed #growitforward #hillarygarden , we can see and support eachother’s growth.
She planted a seed.
And, we will harvest it.
Because when they go low,
*Victory gardens were vegetable, fruit, and herb gardens planted at private residences and public parks in the United States, United Kingdom, Canada, Australia and Germany during World War I and World War II. Besides indirectly aiding the war effort, these gardens were also considered a civil “morale booster” in that gardeners could feel empowered by their contribution of labor and rewarded by the produce grown.