She caught my attention. A young girl, perhaps three, no more than four, in a party dress, stuffed dog clutched in one hand, running across the meadow stretching down to the woods below the winery where we were celebrating the life and passing of a dear friend I often referred to as the political boss of the rural Wisconsin county where she lived.
I most certainly believe in the Politics of Yes. It is the way that I campaigned last year. It was hard to run head long into the bitter cold wind of the Politics of Fear that overwhelmed the dynamics of that election. Thank you for your wise perspective that encourages me today.
Harmony instead of hate. Great piece!