I just came from a lovely event on campus sponsored by the Office of Women’s Concerns, a wine and cheese event in honor of “Love Your Body” day. I chose to love my body this morning by lathering on lotion after my shower, something I usually don’t take time for but which for which my dry, dry skin, especially the skin stretched tight over my blossoming belly thanks me when I do. And then I loved my body as I stood in line to vote, yes VOTE, for president of these United States (oh, and a few other elections too), at my very first opportunity, at the election commission here in our new city. I’ve never heard of early voting, but… one of our churches, with whom we’ve been watching all the debates (and with whom we will soon watch the last one) has been engaging in a “Vote First” campaign. Several church folks were shuttling folks from campuses around town all day today. Our charge on Sunday was to vote first, so… we did. And I loved standing in a line for nearly half an hour, with a fascinating mix of people, all exercising our citizenship. Particularly striking were a number of African American women all dressed entirely in black… I wondered if there was a memo I didn’t get! Was this a way of showing support for a certain candidate? Or perhaps just solidarity with one another? They all clearly knew each other and were taking pictures of one another as they’d exit the building after voting. But the most moving sight of all… a group of elderly African Americans clumped together in the parking lot, their “I voted early” stickers affixed to their chests, smiling for a photo. History in the making friends. History.
I loved all the bodies in line this morning, all the hands that signed the early voter application forms, all the arms pointing folks where to go, all the eyes that scanned the ballot, and all the fingers that touched screens. I loved them all. And I loved the body of our country this day.
How have you loved your body, or the bodies of others today?