It's the dawning of a new age in America. Suddenly I'm all red white and blue. Suddenly I say god bless America with no trace of sarcasm in my voice. Suddenly the definitions we had for many things no longer apply.
This week Barack Obama became president. My entire work closed down for two hours on inauguration day and everyone gathered in Joe's Pub, and we clapped, and we cried, as we watch the action unfold on the big screen.
This week I stopped by the Grenadian Consulate and picked up my new passport, an official sign that I am now a citizen of my ancestral homeland of Grenada. Everyone asks me why I'd want to become a citizen of such a dinky country in the west indies, but I think that's like asking a Jew why they'd want to visit Israel - should this be obvious? But of course there are business reason - Grenada is a British Commonwealth and so hopefully this duel citizenship of mine will make it easier for me to move to the UK one day. Which begs the question - why England? I suppose the most simple answer is that I have a longing in me to run away from my life. Why? There's no simple answer to that one.
As these two events come to their fruition, I feel like gazing up at the sky and thanking the world for being just what it is. What an amazing place, where such things are possible as a black president and a boy from Montana being reincarnated as a real life west Indian on the very same day. God is truely good.
As one chapter closes, another opens. As the US is welcomed back into the international community, I am welcomed too. And while I can't quite connect these two events yet, I'm certain that they both mean something - and that this something is the very same thing. Just on the edge of something, just on the edge - oh lord - again, just on the edge.
My friend Sammy K asks me "How will we be able to teach the past what the future is?" My answer: Tell the past that the future is just like it is, only bigger. The future seems so expansive, so full of possibility, it shocks the mind close to paralyzing me when I try to wrap my head around it all.
How will we do all the things we've promised to do? How will we fulfill a destiny that is so large? What if, when we are in midstream, we change our mind? What if fear spills in? Or, worse, a different inspiration than the one that started us on this journey? How will we make it?
Hand in hand - arm in arm. Who knows what will happen tomorrow? Who knows where we'll be? But we can make it there if we work together and shirk off our hesitations - and trust that our instincts will take us where we really need to be. There is work to be done - in this country and all countries. An entire world out there. An entire future, just waiting to be discovered.