True confession… I’ve been spending a whole bunch of time in (virtual) Chicago! Back when I was 10 years old, I was spending actual time there! Now I know more…
In August of 1968, the Democratic National Convention was in Chicago. My dad was traveling, as he was every week back in those days. I, as the oldest child, was in charge of watching the news with my anxious (Republican) Mom.
Dr. King had been murdered in April. Chicago experienced massive riots and protests which we, in the suburbs, experienced as cancelled school field trips, when the National Guard was camped on the grounds of The Museum of Science & Industry, and school buses were being turned over in the streets.
Bobby Kennedy was shot and killed in June.
Richard J. Daley, who was the very Republican mayor of Chicago from 1955 – 1976, was NOT amused. And he ranted a whole lot on TV. And sent more National Guard forces. VP Hubert Humphrey became the nominee for President, in a divided Democratic party, and lost the election to Richard Nixon.
What I remember most is being scared. Scared of the shootings and riots. Scared by my mom’s tears of anxiety.
I’m scared this time, too.
Not of what’s happening. The hope in this convention is palpable!
I’m scared because, this time, I know how much is at stake! Like the future of our Democratic Republic. The far too real threat of Pr0ject 2O25. And, the world all our Littles will inherit.
The neurological flip side of fear, though, is excitement! And I’m consciously choosing to go with excitement!!!
So, I put extra Good Trouble buttons in the pocket of my rainbow denim vest and went off to Physical Therapy yesterday, wearing my Chucks and pearls. And I made some new friends in the elevator and gave away all the buttons, including the one I was wearing.
I came home and took a nap. Then, I went back to the final steps of laying out my children’s book.
A Creation Poem… is my version of hope in the context of this moment. Of inclusion. Of mattering.
An antidote, if you will, to the poison of Pr0ject 2O25.
Complete with some really intentional art!
Here’s a peek you probably haven’t seen before… as our lonely Creator decides to create a human.
Here’s the thing… this world needs all of us using our SuperPowers for good. NOW! Much to my amazement, this book is one of mine. Another is helping people just like you claim YOUR SuperPowers and set them loose in the world!
I’m going to launch a group opportunity for just that – complete with paint! – in September. And, if you’re ready NOW, let’s talk about working together individually. Just click here and ask the calendar elves to hook you up… my gift!
Also, if you’re interested in reviewing an early pdf copy of A Creation Poem… please email me. I’d love your help in getting the word out, into this waiting world! suesvoice@gmail.com
ps… you guessed it! The power of a hand has appeared in my #fleursavage lotus pond! As above… so below!