In November, people are good to each other.

You know that part in the Cynthia Rylant book that goes In November, people are good to each other. 

We are the people.
We are We the people.

I've been trying to think of this election, of the manic and incessant rhetoric, as a passing cloud. I expect fall to bleed color from everything, but not the words of citizens, of neighbors, to draw blood. How our kids talk about and treat each other is directly related to how the adults around them talk about and treat each other. We can make jagged steps forward toward celebrated ideals without making each other feel awful.

We voted over the weekend, turning the clocks forward and hopefully turning the nation, and our neighborhood, forward too.

It's a gift to get a say in the matter, really. May we respond to such extravagant freedom with love and care and sacred responsibility. May we respond, also, to the election results, and more importantly to each other - to neighbors and family and friends - that way too.

In November, people are good to each other.