May 2009. I thought that it would never come. After a year of campaigning, a very emotional election and a recession rivaled only by the depression of 1929 there was little hope in my heart.
But then came May and with it a glimmer of hope. Hope that we had finally found our footings and are maybe ready to pick ourselves up and begin again. The long winter of discontent seems over for now and the stormy winds of change, both climate and politics, have cleared the way for a new and better day.
Perhaps the reason for all this change is more obvious than we can see. Doesn't it make sense that the large and sickly trees of the forest must in the end fall to make way for the young and new saplings to grow? And does it not seem possible that maybe, finally we might be on the right track again after our long journey into the forest of fear?
