Poetry in the Time of Corona
Leaf shadows thrown by the morning sun against a creamy wall. Soft, sensuous folds of a warm blanket tossed across …
Leaf shadows thrown by the morning sun against a creamy wall. Soft, sensuous folds of a warm blanket tossed across …
When I first encountered one of Sohan Qadri’s paintings, I was plunged like a pebble into a still pool, radiating ripples of …
Taking some time for myself this morning. A fire, a book, music streaming as a gentle rain falls beyond my …
I often turn to the poetry of Mary Oliver when seeking solace, when trying to negotiate a path through the …
One of the joys of grandparenting is revisiting stories I loves to read my own children and sharing them with …
Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through …
I have always been drawn to and moved by images of Michelangelo’s Pieta, his sculpture of the Mother Mary holding …
I’m finding it harder to blog these days, harder to paint, to play piano, to clean house, to do most …
While neither of these poems have anything in particular to do with remembering those who have given their lives to …
Fallen in Love by David Whyte That day I saw beneath dark clouds the passing light over the water and …