"The lark's on the wing; the snail's on the thorn;"

[kriskoekk]

It's truly a beautiful day. All of the bosses are out of the office and I'm wearing jeans at work. We ordered in Jimmy Johns for lunch. The sky is blue, the sun is shining, it's close to seventy degrees outside, and the Democratic party controls the Legislative and Executive branches of government in Iowa for the first time in 42 years. I love Election Day. I love to vote--some people are disheartened by it all and feel like their vote gets lost in the big picture and doesn't matter, but I feel like I've made my voice heard. So many of the races were so close. Every single vote counted. I had dinner last night with some friends from my community organizing group and in the middle of everything our hostess stood up, exclaimed "I haven't voted yet!", and ran out the door. We laughed about it when she returned, thinking that was maybe one of the only groups of people that would be understanding and encouraging of leaving a dinner party to go vote. After another meeting, I got so caught up in watching the election returns that I stayed up way too late and almost overslept this morning. I love the excitement of it, the feeling of hope for a change, and the palpably real feeling that now there really is the possiblity of action.

Good things are coming. I can feel it.

"God's in his Heaven--All's right with the world!"