Blessings–For the Ear, For the Eye, & For You
Can’t you hear the laughter of the children, the slap of running feet, the rush and tumble of the waves? …
Can’t you hear the laughter of the children, the slap of running feet, the rush and tumble of the waves? …
. . . because to do so would be meaningless. And perhaps it’s meaningless already. I wrote a post with …
How many times must we do this? Does it ever stop? The earthquakes, floods, and fires. The wars. Ukraine last …
I was struck by the phrase “a desire for a higher lovemaking” when reading Goethe’s poem “The Holy Longing.” It …
I wrote this some time ago and I’m revisiting it now because it describes so well how I’ve been feeling …
If “Beauty is truth, truth, beauty,” as Keats’ poem claims, then what do my paintings of flowers, my attempt to …
Flowers are on my mind, after the super-bloom outing last month, after reading The Language of Flowers for book club, …
Behind all art is an element of desire.Love of life, of existence, love ofanother human being, love ofhuman beings is …
When poet Jorie Graham was three-years-old, she swirled her fingers through her mother’s still-wet oil painting. Her horrified mother picked …
A Song on the End of the WorldBy Czeslaw Milosz On the day the world endsA bee circles a clover,A …