Inauguration Day

I’m catching little snippets of our countries history today, in-between clients.  I’m struck, as I often am, by the grand paradox of the monumental and the ordinary coalescing in my world.  The immediate (of my clients) juxtaposes with the immense in DC: as always, everything belongs.  And I’m feeling the Yes We Can synergy, as many of you are.  Although I'm just on a normal hour-long lunch break—computer in lap and a half-eaten bowl of pureed soup on my right, in my quiet little therapy office–my heart is on Capitol Hill with the millions of hopefuls and their respected hopes.  I know Obama is not God for those of you suspect of the excessive enthusiasm from his supporters.  I’ve never worshiped him, (although I do have a healthy President/minion crush on him) and yawn at the stragglers still claiming that his charisma has hoodwinked America.  What I like about this man is that he, like our other great leaders including Martin Luther King Jr. and Nelson Mandela, doesn’t direct people back to himself.  He leads people deeper into their own selves, their own greatness and their own potential.  He is a catalyst of inspiration that stirs and motivates people out of their own social, political and even spiritual malaise.  Like most great leaders, I believe he has the potential to navigate a movement that doesn’t induce co-dependence on himself but rather inter-dependence on our God, each other and our systems of government. He does not lack curiosity or revere anti-intellectualism as a connection with the common folk, disregarding his God-given acumen.  And in the reverse, he’s not highbrow, unapproachable and pedantic, the obnoxious underbelly to academia.  He’s the perfect brand of temperance for our culture right now and his enthusiasm for this country is as far reaching as my petite, unassuming self, sitting in a small, quiet Franklin office, in-between clients and thinking about how I can play my part in these changing times.