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08 November 2008


I felt similar, I was almost too scared to check the results, but I popped on NPR after my godawful food purchasing class, and cried all the way home to the cheering and celebration and outpouring of hope. Yes we can!! I still get a lump in my throat. And I hope you find hope in london too, as it can be a very harsh place, although on my last visit I found nothing but smiling faces and friendly, helpful people.

Unfortunately the brits are seriously losing hope in their politicians, but maybe this will give us some hope to dream that things will get better.

Me too. Me too. Me too.

Thinking of you way across the ocean - hope you're happy & staying warm.


I wouldn't let myself hope or believe that Obama would be elected. I couldn't take the distress if he wasn't. But I went out and voted, even though I was confident that my blue state would remain blue. It did. But I needed to be among the votes that made that happen.

And even though I wouldn't let myself believe, when I read the television screen and it said "Barack Obama Elected," I cried. I held it back for as long as I could. Then I just let it go, the tears came.

The most unexpected part was the intense release that came with it all. I never counted myself among the cynics. A realist, yes, but a cynic? And yet, I was. So, on Tuesday, when it became clear that our country had chosen change, I cried and felt something I haven't felt in a long, long, long time: Hope.

Beautiful post, Shuna.

Beautiful comment, Sarah, thank you. You just described it for me exactly as you have described it for yourself. I passed a friend on the way to my polling station but I could not even say hello. It was wrapped way too tight inside of me. ~ Shuna

I cried, too. I'm still crying sometimes.

I've always had a small store of hope. This time, I got to see one of those hopes realized -- that sooner or later, lies and fear are no longer sustainable, and people *will* reject them.

I love this...quite simply it is beautiful and amazing and you. My hope got shoved back into the place where I keep all my things I can't admit dreams and desires. It was there but dusty and tired and trying to act cool. It had put on sunglasses and distanced itself and tried to pretend it wasn't there. But it was. Because being the good dork I am I still kept it in a box, dusty but there. I am a secret, secret, secret optimist with a very bad sarcastic streak.

I want to show your post to all the people who say that hope is just a buzzword used to get someone elected.

Fantastic. The"exhausted pixie who struggles to make it out of Pandora's almost empty box" is such a unique and perfect description of how we've been feeling. The tears still come, and I'm sometimes afraid the blackness of the world will descend - but no, not with people like you, and a remarkable new administration. Yes we can. Our mantra.

I'm one of those people who read your blog every day (or at least every time you write) and yet I never comment back. I'm not a real computer person and I've hated them for years as I had a PC that I fought with every time I turned it on. But last Christmas my husband gave me a MacBook and I've been exploring the internet ever since.

I found your blog through the blog Ideas in Food the day after Christmas and I have been reading both of you ever since. I love your writing, your photography and your social ideas. I'm not in the food industry, but my daughter is and has been since high school when she worked in a local bakery in Cambridge.

She's now a partner of a neighborhood restaurant in San Francisco. I love reading about all your travels in the industry because it helps me understand even more all the work and effort that my daughter goes through each day. You show with your photography and your writing all the passion and hard work and thoughtfulness that goes into the best of American food....from gardening and farming to selling to preparing and presenting the finished dish. I may not always know where you are headed in your writing, but I'm always delighted and many times surprised. You are always thought provoking.

Tonight my husband and I are going to Craigie Street Bistrot in Cambridge for a special dinner. The restaurant has been in the basement of an apartment building for a few years and it's now renovating a new and larger space in another part of Cambridge. Tonight is their last night in the old space and they are having a special dinner to celebrate. So as I celebrate with them tonight, I'll also celebrate with you and all your new adventures in London. All the best. Lyn in Boston

Thank you Lyn. I'm sorry but I had to edit down your comment a bit. I thank you for your words. Anything to help another person understand my industry! ~ Shuna

Hope and connection, Shuna.

One thing that really strikes me, now that shock is settling into joy, is how calmly and strategically Obama and his campaign understood the need to break down the barrier of racial prejudice, especially among white voters. As a member of the GLBT community, I am familiar with the importance of both recognizing and de-personalizing prejudice, in order to overcome it. That approach isn't for everyone, but it's such a beautiful thing when the decision to keep going, and connect rather than disconnect, actually pays off.

Most of us do this, if we do it at all, within our families, with close friends, and perhaps in the workplace; but we draw the line somewhere - and on the other side of that line are people and opportunities we've lost. It's truly wonderful to see the power of connection being modeled, as modus operandi, on national scale.

More about how personal transformation becomes political in the NY Times today. (You may have to click to skip the ad.)


What a lovely essay. You so eloquently put into words what I think a lot of people are feeling this week. Never have we felt so proud to be American. It's a tingly, unusual feeling.

Thank you for your honesty. I have been having the same amazed and teary feeling all week.

I flirted with these feelings, but I must say I mostly converted my shreds of hopelessness into anger. I didn't want to admit to the fears. "Not this time. Not this way. I won't let this happen..." I volunteered. I donated (for the first time ever). I argued with my French in-laws who told me that America was too racist a country to elect Obama and McCain was "Plus Americaine." I swore we were better than that, although deep in my heart I doubted a bit. I was quite hopeful here in Northern CA, but when I went to PA last week to visit family I started to get nervous. Nonetheless I hoped.

It's scary to hope, as it carries the possibilities of let-down, of being taken advantage of, of betrayal. But I was glad to see it validated.

Hey Shuna,

Great post. I've been hiding in the wood works while reading your blog over the past six months, but I couldn't stay quiet anymore. Thanks for saying exactly what I was feeling but too ashamed to share. I hated not believing.

Hi, have just discovered your blog via the wonderful nordjlus links and have just read your post about the us elections
Yes good things happen !!! I too held my breath, did'nt believe or was too scared too believe cos u think then it's not going to happen thru some perverse cosmic force but it did happen and even now I have tears that pop up readily in my eyes when I think about the outcome , plus it means a lot to me as I carry around a major legacy of guilt from the time I lived in South Africa
Good for you America and long live Obama

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