New Life
Despite two thunderstorms, they came! For starters, yummy earthworms and grubs will satisfy hungers and jump-start prodigious growth. We give thanks …
View ArticleAnother Response
This quote from Arundhati Roy, an Indian author, actress, and political activist, prompted me to share it with others: “What is this thing that has happened to us? It’s a virus, yes. In and of itself,...
View ArticleA Peaceful Dream
At 3:30 A.M., I awoke with this peaceful dream: I’m working in a large city with countless others, all in a spirit of harmony and peace. Nowhere is there ill will or discord. What is unusual about this...
View ArticleBrace Rock
In memory, I return to the first morning of my arrival at East Gloucester, Massachusetts, stretch into the bleached lawn chair next to the ocean, and open my citified world to nature’s expansive...
View ArticleHappy Thanksgiving
We give thanks for the daily gift of Warming and pray to remain open to its life-bestowing nurturance—Within it we thrive and share with others. Happy Thanksgiving
View ArticleDecember’s Walk
Sun-tinged chill projects two shadows upon the asphalt road: One steadying the left elbow of the other, using a cane; save for its rhythmic tap, hush impregnates the afternoon. It feels like Advent,...
View ArticlePaperwhites
Seems to me that airy paperwhites, from the Narcissus family, bridge winter’s fury and spring’s first blushing. Easily cultivated indoors, the dun-colored bulbs, the size of Ping-Pong balls, line...
View ArticleHealing Dream
At 7:20 A.M., I awoke with this healing dream: It is evening. I’m walking outdoors, anxious. My tooth aches and my dentist’s office is closed for the day. Out of the blue, another dentist sees my...
View ArticleNew Grass
Among splotches of wintered grass appearing bleached and care worn appear surges of greening like bunches of giggling preteens at their first dance. It’s begun… Enjoy!
View ArticleMore About Mary Oliver’s “The Summer Day”
Tell me, what is it you plan to do With your one wild and precious life? The concluding question of Mary Oliver’s short poem, “The Summer Day,” prompts another response. Viewing my life as one wild and...
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