It strikes me that last night we celebrated as if it was the end of a war, rather than the end of an election. Which, in historic terms, it was. But the celebration also said a lot about how hard the last eight years have been.
I don't remember Americans dancing in the street for any of the (many) elections I've lived through -- much less people around the world.
Yet, we can't afford to forget that an election isn't an end -- it's only a beginning.
In this case, an extremely hopeful and joyous one.


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I keep wondering what Bush or members of his family think (if they think) at seeing the world go crazy with joy that they're leaving? Do you think he'll ever experience any doubt that maybe he didn't do such a great job after all?
I've been dancing all day..mostly because, I'm afraid if I stop dancing, I might let the scarier angels start talking. There is so much to hope for and so much to worry about...
I seem to have missed the joy that so many around me are feeling. I've felt immense gratitude, and hope where there was none, but I've found myself tears over and over again. Deeply touched, in a way I've never been before by a political decision, but no grinning and no dancing.
I think if you believe in prayer, this would be a good time to be saying a few extra ones.