When John F. Kennedy was killed I was 4 years old. My mother had me watching his funeral for days. He meant that much to her. 5 years later when I was 9 she had me watching the train going through California after Bobby had been shot. He meant that much to her too. She was inspired by their vision. Now as an adult I can look back at those moments in history and realize that they were part of the history of my childhood too. The idealism, the dream. That is why they are memories of my childhood, because these men inspired my mother enough for her to immerse herself in the end of the dream.
Now it is 40 years later and I am immersed in a dream. A chance for our country to be what it should have been 40 years ago. A chance to carry forward the optimism and the inspiration. A chance to believe anything is possible. That the only ingredient missing in our country is hope and the ability to take a huge risk and the faith to follow it through. I think Obama represents to me the hope and optimism and the idea that anything is possible. I cry when I watch him speak. I cried when I saw Caroline Kennedy endorsing him. One dream endorsing another. It's huge. I have been unable to break myself away from my television, from my political blogs, from my alternate life commenting anonymously on politics(and no I won't tell you where).
So here I am commenting on my alternative life, on my second passion. Politics. On the reasons why I have deviated from my standard talk of hand embroidery and knitting and crochet. The reasons why I have not been posting on my blog. Because I have been inspired to dream and believe in something bigger then myself.
I hope I have not offended you but if you have not watched an Obama rally and you have not been an Obama supporter, watch him speak, be inspired. And then let your logical cynical side go to his website, read his plans for the future. If you come to a different conclusion then I have so be it. But this cynical political junkie felt she had to put her dreams and inspirations down on her blog. At the moment I have to believe anything is possible so there it goes.
Vote in your primary no matter who you vote for, let your voice be heard. Keep stitchin.







