A couple of years ago, a group of eager reading, writing, and thinking students at the school where I teach came to me with the request that they might use my classroom as a clubhouse once a week after school. They were having a difficult time meeting after hours and thought that a regular meeting during the day could be the ticket.
Thus was born The Eunoia Society, a self-created, self-managed, and self-named group of "crooked trees" that are some of the most energetic and inspiring people I've ever met.
Eunoia is currently in the process of creating a collaborative literary and illustrative "concept album" of short stories, like The Wall or Sgt. Pepper's they tell me. I get updates and samples for critique at all hours of the day and night, all week long.
Last night came this hopeful message from a member ...
Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
Man never Is, but always To be blest.
The soul, uneasy, and confin'd from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Alexander Pope


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