Last night I had two dreams, my first since the presidential election. They were helpful, and I hope they might be helpful to some of you.
Never have I ever felt so disillusioned about America. The constant reminders of our collective shadow have been monumentally toxic and I’m sick of it. But I didn’t realize how sick until I dreamed of a white horse last week.
I’ve shared this story to lift the veil on misogyny so we can see it for what it really is: a man-made perspective with an unnaturally small lens.
This election season has pitted two candidates who couldn’t be more different against one another for the office of president. Never, in the history of our country, has the chasm between two potential presidents been wider. Never have so many citizens of the United States or the world been so shaken by this ugly divisiveness.
Few would disagree that Hillary has a highly activated masculine side. Good. We need that. But we also need a leader with a highly activated feminine side.
Those of us who were alive in the 50’s and 60’s—including Hillary Clinton—experienced the chaotic beginnings of this new vision. America struggled with Civil Rights demonstrations, protests against the Viet Nam War, and, with the introduction of the birth control pill, an unprecedented emancipation of women.