The Inauguration, At Last
Are blogs becoming irrelevant given the ease with which we can post articles and poems and anything else of interest to our facebook profiles? It may be a function of laziness, or maybe it’s a question of ease. But, then something comes along that makes my heart leap and soar and I know that it can only be shared at one destination. Here.
It’s Maira Kalman’s latest column of “The Pursuit of Happiness” at the New York Times and it brings me back after what may have been a longest hiatus ever for me in recent months. I’ve been working long hours, making deadlines, and in all my spare time, hooked to the news which, as one friend so rightly put it, is so fascinating with our new president in office that “it’s like reality television, only better.” She’s right.
Every since Inauguration Day when I sat and stood among a crowd of several hundred adults and school children at Symphony Space on New York’s upper west side, I have felt like I’m looking at the world through rose-colored glasses. No, the economy is not improving; yes, the world still reeks of unfairness and self-indulgence; certainly, it has a fair share of myopic legislators (don’t get me started). But there’s something else, something new: Leadership that is direct, says it like it is, and is willing to “extend a hand if the other side can unclench its fist.”
It’s so refreshing.
I have read many commentaries about the Inauguration of our new President, but “The Inauguration: At Last,” a visual take from one of my favorite artist/writers Maira Kalman captures the uplifting spirit of these past few weeks in a fresh and honest way … I love it because it captures the feeling of that day and this time through the tiny, mundane details.
It took two weeks to arrive, but it was well worth the wait. Sometimes reflecting on things a little bit later allows us to see them from a finer perspective.
You can read it in its entirety here.
view. Today, I thought I’d try a different approach and write one using each of the 26 letters of our alphabet.