I dreamed a dream a while ago. It went like this: I had been invited to a TV talk show. Neither the topic, nor the host, nor any other invitees

“It’s time to make the witches brew!” I called upstairs to my young granddaughter. She raced down and into the kitchen. “What’s first,” I asked, “what’s the first thing we

I shall write about the humble pumpkin seed. But is it something that you’d really want to read? It’s a thing so very tiny and it isn’t even shiny so

Going about my errands in town last week, I popped into one of my favorite shops. I was intent on finding care package items for my granddaughter and was sure

I’m a singer. No, let me qualify that statement. I am an amateur, “amateur” in the best sense of the word, which is, I am a lover of singing. I

Yesterday I took a walk; a short warmup before addressing the garden tasks waiting for me. I walked around four blocks in my neighborhood. An ordinary morning walk but one

I have a gentle and kindly space. There’s not much to it. One room with a galley kitchen and small bathroom. And a porch. And the whole outdoors. The old

Carol came to visit last week.  She brought food and friendship, following my hospital stay. She is not alone. We’ve received salads, chicken, cookies. And that’s just the food. Cards,

When I introduced this blog eight years ago, I tried to imagine a symbol that would capture the essence of my aspiration for “Circling Around God”. The poet Rainer Maria

Today I received an email including a post from Jennifer Craven’s website, Chop Wood, Carry Water. Because some of you commented on my previous post with your desire to have

Today I had a conversation that I’ve been wishing for ever since the election last November. I was waiting in line with two women at a local shop. They might

Four p.m. Time to get to my computer, time to take care of some old business. Open computer, log on to their website with my user name and password. Or