January 26 marked the first Meeting of the Denver-based Extinction Rebellion (XR) group. As I drove to the meeting from Longmont, 45 minutes to the north, four wild geese plummeted out of the sky into a field of corn stubble. It was a splendid sight as the group of four, in close formation, held their wings still and steady for their fast descent, and then opened them wide again, and with a gentle back motion, brought themselves softly to the ground.
On the radio, a special NPR program on altruism carried me all the way to the Denver skyline, a poignant sight against the snow-covered mountains rising into an austere blue sky. By the time I arrived, I was in a state of grace.
It was very easy to connect with those who came to the meeting, and the energy in the room was palpable: gentle, enthusiastic, and upbeat, but fully grounded in the stark reality we had come to address.