I and Thou
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
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
“Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way
A cold coming we had of it Just the worst time of year For a journey, and such a long journey: The ways deep and the weather sharp, The very
Seven years ago I posted my first winter reflection, acknowledging the longest night of our northern winter solstice. This year the solstice fell at 4:21 AM on December 21, Eastern
When they brought her to be baptized, she was given her mother’s name, Aurelia. But when her father peered into her cradle he announced, “her hair looks like thistledown”. Her