Sometimes the past reaches out and whispers words of peace. It whispers, strangely and beautifully, in my in-box. I’d love to share a poem written in 1924 by Hazel Wood, featured this week at the website Poem-A-Day.
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Today’s poem is brought to you from three graveyards, a hymnal, and a free-range rooster.
In the season of blood red tulips and purple splotched petunias from Kroger,
I hope you’ll enjoy this poem as much as I did. As the poet asks – What makes living worth falling?
Today’s post is for my sister – beautiful in sickness and in health. The skies are dark The branches bare – My sister is not well. Branches bear the weight of night –My sister is not well. Thank you, Nature,…
*please forgive, technical error, more later.
The wet wind blew As I feared it would, A black cat followed us Down to the sea.
If you’re a fan of Anne Lamott, you know exactly why to pick up her latest book, Almost Everything: Notes on Hope. Lamott is predictable in the best kind of way, like an Egg McMuffin – warm and savory, delicious…
Valentine’s Day can be a little stressful. Expectations can be – you know – a little high. Even if you are a reasonable person.