Seen at the North Carolina Botanical Garden, and Recently Spring ran wild loose ribbons in her hair a riot of pink and purple and red and yellow and blue. One day, she knew, she’d leap into the strong green arms…
Read this Mary Oliver poem at your own risk, friends. I had forgotten that Oliver can be so gruesome as she pins down the butterfly… The Rabbit Scatterghost, it can’t float away. And the rain, everybody’s brother, won’t help. And…
“…. I set off in search of a cup of tea. At Hakujukan, the lodge next to Eiheiji, I encountered a friendly [Buddhist] nun with a kind, open face. I asked her a question, and we fell into easy conversation.”…
On a Snow-Kissed Day, A Question Why do we feed the birds? Tell me, friend, and maybe then I’ll know what I need to know. The Sherman brothers – Richard and Robert – wrote “Feed the Birds” for the 1964…
Farrell Mason stepped up to the podium in a “Je t’aime” tee shirt, pantsuit, and warm smile. I’m trying to remember if her long blond hair was down or in a ponytail but that detail escapes me. She’s a part-time…