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…
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.