November ninth

I sat quietly in a dark room for most of the day, away from social media, trying to remember what the silence of sanity felt like. Numb. There is no bright side to any of this – not now, not ever. When the brightness comes, it will not be from this.

In the dark, I wondered how I would speak to my daughters. But like most of the young people who voted in the States, my Canadian daughters can see past today to the future they will demand. Last night, one of them posted this message before it was even over:

"...I am dancing, dancing to strengthen my legs so I'll be ready as we rise up against the hate and the horror."

Today, the other is organizing her fellow students to dream big about alternate ways of using energy - their world's and their own.

Tomorrow, I will get up and join them. I promise I will, tomorrow. We won’t even need our passports. Look out Kellie Leitch and your ilk – we are coming your way.

Listen for the music. Followed by a lot of footsteps dancing toward you.