Good Luck, America

“When day comes….” Begins the poem.

How amazing to witness the changes in the U.S. in just a few days.
I have only just had time to watch the entire Biden-Harris Inauguration.
The world can breathe again…hopefully!

To see and hear Amanda Gorman read her poem of hope (“The Hill We Climb”) was something I was not expecting.
An unusual and beautiful poem with rhyming word-bombs dropped seamlessly into a recitation of perfect meter, accompanied by hand gestures more graceful than you’d see in a ballet.

And…never having taken much notice of the singer who goes by the name of Lady Gaga, imagining her to be suited to a much younger generation to the one I inhabit, I was joyously stunned to hear such a magnificent voice. And what a wonderful National Anthem the Americans have. (Poor Australia).
Lady Gaga’s golden peace dove attached to her dress was a gorgeous unspoken message.

There was an extremely noticeable presence of LOVE and caring during the procedures as the Biden family - and that of Kamala Harris - greeted each other and, despite face masks and attempted distancing, there were hugs of genuine care. And it wasn’t only between family members - there were obvious warm feelings from friends, former leaders, and the crowd in general. What a sight to see.
A big difference from four years ago, with the awkwardness and posing of that self-promoting Trump family.

Yes, I think we can perhaps breathe again…it will take time, but the world – not only USA – has seen what can happen and a warning has been noted.
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A destroyer who spread hate and division is gone and may we hopefully never experience his likes again.

And now:
“…there is always light, if only we are brave enough to see it.
If only we are brave enough to be it.” (Amanda Gorman)
 
AND, may the “land of the free, and the home of the brave” be very brave.