I’m just going to get out of the way this morning and let guest writer Mary Raymond tell you about a book that sounds remarkable.
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?
This week – seeking comfort – I returned to an old favorite, The Tao of Pooh, by Benjamin Hoff. “While Eeyore frets and Piglet hesitates and Rabbit calculates and Owl pontificates, Pooh just is.” I’m not sure that the Tao…