I have no words.
However, has drawings….
I’m looking very hard for a silver lining today. If this post is a bit jumbled and rambling, it’s because I feel that way. I volunteered to be clerk at the Presidential Elections yesterday. A day that started with leaving home at 5:45 am and getting back home at 9:45 pm. You’ve seen how the day turned out on news channels and social media everywhere.
But I looked at my sketchbook early this morning (Yes, I drew in every little bit of downtime. Drawing keeps me sane.) and it tells a very different story. Of people coming out to vote in a democracy. Of older people (our polling station was at a Senior Living Center) with really serious disabilities determined to vote.
Pictures are my first language, words don’t work so well, especially today. So here goes.
A voter remembers volunteering many years ago, stops to share a story and say thank you.
PLEASE, go visit her site, finish reading and look at all the images
and read the comments and stories. It is therapeutic.