*Here it comes!

And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest. — Percy Bysshe Shelley, “The Sensitive Plant” • • •

Backyard Respite

Despite our shoreline location, the main streets in my town do not afford water views. Landlocked, only the roadside salt marshes and seagulls give hint to the beauty that lies mere miles from the commercial heartbeat of this bustling little town. But friends are visiting this week from Texas and staying at a lovely bed […]

Amen

“Are we done yet with examining how monkeys are so much like humans? Haven’t we learned everything we need to learn from these experiments? I have a better suggestion for research. Let’s spend some money examining why humans behave in the atrocious ways they do. Let’s spend some money helping humans learn to stop destroying […]

And remember that life’s A Great Balancing Act.

More than a week since I wrote something from scratch, really? Do you remember playing on the see-saw when we were little? Floating way up in the air, then floating back down—or dropping, depending on who you were playing with? I always liked the part when you tried to keep the see-saw perfectly balanced—scooching forward […]

Peace Within

Today may there be peace within. May you trust that you are exactly where you are meant to be. May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith in yourself and others. May you use the gifts that you have received and pass on the love that has been given to you. […]

It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World

I had been delightfully “off the grid” for 48 hours when I got back to work this morning. After coffee and a healthy volley of emails, I checked in on the state of the world for the first time in two days via the local news. TAXES ARE GOING UP! STOCKS ARE FALLING! GAS PRICES […]

Sitting with Ghosts

I am sitting with ghosts today. They are the company of writers, I suppose. Door-to-door, some come calling with stories to sell. Others, like these, bear witness to memory so that I might find salvation. In their presence, I put words to paper, and pray for absolution. • • • Photo: Ghost Research Society, 1991