Alright, so the whole Denver trip for the workshop didn't end up working out. The new plan is to go to the Annual International Conference with the Association for Experiential Education. (AEE) aee.org is the website, and the organization is likely the best one for me to have the opportunity to get involved with. The other organization was the NSEE and the branch of that program was the EEA...got all that... :) ahh the joy of acronyms....
The conference is in Vancouver Washington...this time I'm already registered and have plane tickets. I fly out November 5th...the day after the third most important day in this country in the last eight years. Meaning the most important was in November 7th, 2000, the 2nd most important was in November 2nd, 2004...and now the third most important day is November 4th, 2008....I guess floating back to reality....it is the first most important day for this country and much of the world since the last eight years already happened.
I will be on a plane at 6:15 am mountain standard time heading to Portland OR, where I'll catch a short cab or shuttle ride to downtown Vancouver WA, to practice and study experiential education for four days with hundreds of people across the country and some from across the globe. I can't help but wonder if I'll sleep the night before, listening to the media highlight states as red or blue, tallying points...what will my thoughts be on the plane, will I sleep...will I be focused and breathe a sigh of relief at the conference, or distracted by thoughts of disappointment in our "democracy" or rather republic...I guess I'll have to wait and see....in the meantime....VOTE!!!
I am overwhelmed with emotion when I think about the massive grassroots movement that has been taking place in this country, especially in the last year. I couldn't really imagine not being involved...and wish I'd balanced volunteer time with work earlier so that I was more involved....tonight I made calls and tomorrow I will canvass the streets with other organizers. I walked in to the Kalispell Obama office, only to be reintroduced to Ryan, who I'd spoken with last month about volunteering. Last month he had little to no facial hair and wore a clean button up shirt, with no hesitance he admitted he was from L.A. Today he had much more than a 5 o'clock shadow, he was wearing a t-shirt and smelled like he had been wearing it for at minimum a 3 days...he resembled a Montanan, but smelled like an organizer. Ryan had obviously been working long days.....I walked in, signed up with him to canvass tomorrow and then agreed to make calls tonight. While I was making calls for the campaign Ryan called my phone to confirm that I was coming in to volunteer tomorrow.....Thanks to anyone passionately working their ass off for the greater good of everyone else.
I spoke with many people tonight. One that stood out to me, was a Woman who stated that she had never voted for a Democrat in her life...(she was in her late 40's). She stated she'd always voted Republican in the past, she sounded enthusiastic when she said she was excited to vote for Obama and she thought it was one of the best opportunities in a long time for this country. This call reminded me of a woman I spoke to when canvassing for a short evening in Missoula (thanks to Michelle), the woman's house was smoke filled from cigarettes, she was heavy set and wearing something close to a moo-moo, she was likely in her 70's or 80's....She stated she'd voted Republican her entire life and could not imagine how anyone in their right mind could vote for McCain. The second to last person I called tonight planed to leave for a hunting trip tomorrow and is not returning until Monday night. He agreed to volunteer starting at 6am Tuesday morning.
I am reminded of canvassing days in Utah, the stories I have...the lessons I've learned from brief encounters with random people...citizens...with experiences, opinions.....active minds. I miss knocking on doors... mostly because I believe it breaks down the barrier of; this is MY property, MY house, how dare you knock on MY door and talk to me about...of all things... politics? As organizers I think its safe to say that we knock on doors because, WE live in a community and WE know that in order for our community to function, WE need to talk face to face, even when WE disagree.
"Every man holds his property subject to the general right of the community to regulate its use to whatever degree the public welfare may require it."
(Speech, Osawatomie, August 31, 1910) --Roosevelt
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