 I woke up this morning hoping that things would be different and yet my social media feeds are flooded with so many varying responses to the election and to the results. I have to admit that I'm not fully sure what my response is or what it should be. I remain like Desmond Tutu calls a prisoner of hope and yet there's a part of me that feels naive and privileged to say that I have hope. There are some who are deeply wounded and deeply grieving and for whom hope is a hurtful and offensive word. I can understand that completely.