Friday, January 4, 2013


Here I am, sorting various personal things on my mind, focused on me, and lo and behold, I see a photo of Barack and Hillary, in Rangoon. November 19, 2012, visiting a sacred temple, in their bare feet.

Yes, they were doing their jobs. They are paid for doing their jobs. We put them there in Rangoon. I can't see it but I feel an aura all around these two very successful people, who have fulfilled their own dreams by achieving the highest offices in my country.

He, right now, today, is handling hours and hours of negotiating, struggling, researching, phone calls, conferences, and the pain it must give him, that a first black president in our wonderful country, is still contending (I think he is), with deep, deep prejudice.

She, right now. today, is recovering, as well as unwinding, letting go of the stress of having sat, slept, lived in airplanes, hotel rooms, met thousands of strangers, broken bread with them, been deeply, deeply alone for more than four years, using all her talents as a person, and as a woman, while serving, (I think she has been), serving the country.

And they were in their bare feet. Barefoot, not naked, but clothed in the uniforms they have to wear in order to do their jobs -- barefoot so their feet can progress on paths that took them to work in unfamiliar places. Yes, they allowed themselves to be naked -- unprotected by society's niceties, as they did whatever they could DO that is best for our country.

Yowie -- what's best meant swimming sometimes in ice water, keeping afloat, treading on hot coals -- being over-heated by the sun, drenched by the rains, as they carried the heaviest of heavy loads.

And now? Does she think selfishly, every once in a while, what's best for me? Does he? Of course, Aside from work, they're just plain regular humans.

Could you or I do what they were doing when this photo was taken? What they are still doing -- right now today -- even though the circumstances have changed?

I don't know, I only know that they are barefooted leaders and I, in my shoes, and socks. and safe outfits, in my safe small world, inch along the paths that they made for us.
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