After a quiet time of listening, reading, finding some of what's new and old in mind and heart, perhaps it's time for a renewal of Reckonings, a journal as I put it a decade ago, of justice, hope and history. Those good words still seem to fit. True, there isn't a lot they don't embrace. That's an advantage for a writer and editor who grazes open land.

"Journal," too, is a fine and capacious word. On the one hand it suggests personal musing for oneself, on the other an occasional gathering and winnowing of such material that may be useful to other people. I mean to include the spectrum. Reckonings is a home for sharing some of my own thoughts and feelings and occasionally those of others: especially my children and my friends, and often enough those more far-flung — poets and other artists, tinkers, tailors, soldiers and spies. You're welcome to join the conversation.