I am not near a television, dammit. Thanks to David for emailing me his impressions of what is going on visually. I feel out of it! I have no words to express what I feel. I am amazed at what is unfolding, even though all along I had a feeling that eventually this would be the result: Iraqis dancing in the streets. I also feel … nervous. Like at any moment, something terrible is going to happen, amidst all the joy and hope. I am so proud of our troops (ours and our allies) that I feel my heart might burst. But I still am on the edge of my seat. The war is still going on. Watch your back as you jump around celebrating. This is the most fragile time. Everything is very delicate.
I saw a photograph of a small Iraqi boy handing a pink flower to a British soldier … a silent image, telling an entire story. I stared at the photo for 10 minutes, wishing I could crawl into it like Alice Through the Looking Glass. I am dissatisfied with how second-hand my experience is at the moment. I don’t know what to call the emotion. I am sure there is a word for it in another language, one word, but in English I need to describe it for a couple of paragraphs. My heart is full. That is the best I can do.
My heart is full of feeling for the Iraqi people today. What must it FEEL like in Baghdad right now?
