In the middle of the night, toes burning, I find – awake, on the sofa – that life can be bathed in holy light, in darkness. The monks chant on my phone. I know what I am grateful for… *…
Pepper and Poems
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I hope you’ll find beauty and solace in these wildly different poems, as I have. They are each, in their way, about patience. But first, a tiny joke! My sweet friend sends me one each day as I’m living the…
When God, the universe, and a small puppy knock you off your feet so completely that you break both ankles, it feels kind-of personal. In an Old Testament kind of way. An invisible match still burns the toes on my…
Barbara Kingsolver has a new book of poetry out – “How to Fly (In Ten Thousand Easy Lessons)”. It is marvelous. Her poems are readable, easy on the ears, honest; they cut to the heart of things. They sometimes feel like…
In the morning we rise when Daisy cries. She cries to be released from the crate. I reach in, retrieve her, and she and I go to Pepper’s crate. Daisy bounds in with bunny jumps and face licks and face…
Dear Bacon Friends – I just spent several nights at my parents’ home, and in my mother’s garden the flowers were whispering rather loudly amongst themselves… In the magical garden September Cle – o – me feel bound by the ground…
Half the time I feel like yelling HELP or EMERGENCY because the virus messes with your head after a while even when you don’t – yourself personally – have the virus.
“Nothing good happens after midnight,” we’ve told our daughters over the years. They’re old enough to know that’s not quite the truth. Sometimes the best things happen after midnight! And sometimes, the best things happen in America…
Once upon a time when mammals called Humans roamed the earth and filled it with wonders and horrors –