Mystical Democracy

Imbolc    Waning Wild Moon

Legislative Reference Library

Ate at the capitol cafeteria today for the first time in probably 15 years.  Met with Justin and Dan.  They both have the lobbying persona, happy positive upbeat.  Make only friends.  No enemies.  Why I’m not a lobbyist.

Walking up the capitol steps today I had a physical sense of the collective power of Minnesota citizens.  It inhabits this building, especially during session.  We come, from whatever role or status, to seek the benefit of this power.  This was the first time I recall feeling this presence in such a palpable way.

Democracy has its mystical side and on my way up the white granite steps it pressed inward, right to my heart. I do reverence here because  even wounded as it is by class democracy comes closest to the vox populi.

Here in the library the maroon covered tables have five filled seats.  Only one man, a strange little bald guy in a tweed jacket and hair dyed an odd reddish color consults a book.  The rest of us, in this literary chapel, stare at computer screens.  The new reality.