This past winter, I wrote about feeling powerless, civil rights under assault, a lack of civility.  Feeling isolated.  Out of ideas.

This summer, I was visiting with friends and learned about Braver Angels.  Their mission is to engage citizens from both sides of the aisle.  Civil discourse.  I don’t consider myself an angel, and braver than what?  It turns out that Lincoln used the term when asking citizens to fight for the country.  Why not?

Then this fall, I found myself reminiscing with a friend about an online group I led several years ago.  The thought was to share my poetry with friends and family members.  Poetic Conversations.  Lukewarm interest.  Then reaching out again to classmates and friends with more specifics, engaging people who know one another.

As winter approaches, there’s a group of poets and a group of friends.  Creative, supportive, open, respectful.  Civil discourse.

A client used to say, “I love it when a plan comes together.”