my joy, (joy a word used mostly in title’s of books, ie “the joy of ______”), was real for seeing the elation, of so many, so long oppressed, or discouraged. i loved the smiles, the dancing, the dynamic of a joining of personal happiness with one another. i loved seeing that, together with a common goal, we made this happen. i think that, in and of itself, was a change being manifested right before our eyes. cool stuff. together we were joyful for this.

i think that the ambiguity of recognizing the after feel, comes from; we intuitively know that the changes we want, will have to be directed from us/the people. are we up to this demand now on us? can we the people follow through to meet the challenge. we got him elected, (i guess), so now can we influence the changes desperately needed? obama’s election is a window of opportunity for us. as a man of substance he can assist and navigate for us. he, himself is not the answer, but a part, albeit important part, of the solution.

your son says it best to sum up the idea of change without the details of it, with his reply, “i hope a good kind.”

one love people