To Actually Be Present

A friend and I were talking over lunch last week about life and health, work and family. “Best to make the most of it,” I said. “You could get hit by a bus tomorrow,” she added with a smirk. We do smirk when we say that, don’t we? As it leaves our lips, it seems... Continue Reading →

Oh Deer! How Time Flies!

There is so much I have been meaning to write to you about... Like the day I went to collect pictures of shore birds for you. They were wading out across the marsh at low tide. But then I got stuck in the mud and laughed so hard they all flew away. And then there... Continue Reading →

Wanna Play?

Do you remember playing? Recess and running around: Red Light, Green Light and Mother May I, and Red Rover Red Rover? I don’t know what I’m playing in the picture sort of looks like a yoga pose to me. But I assure you, when I was that age? I didn’t have to take a... Continue Reading →

Such is the reading of Walden

The copyright date on my hardcover copy of Henry David Thoerau’s Walden is 1950. I am sure it was my father’s — his handwriting so distinct, I can recognize it even in the precise, straight underlines of text he chose to highlight. We find common ground in these, though separated now by half a century and... Continue Reading →


(On July 4, 1845, Henry David Thoreau moved into his cabin on the shore of Walden Pond in Concord, Massachusetts. One hundred and sixty-six years later, we embarked on a day trip.) Walden Pond was lovely, though a meditative pilgrimage to Thoreau's place of inspiration better suited for the solitude of colder months and not... Continue Reading →

Words + Images

“A lake is the landscape's most beautiful and expressive feature. It is earth's eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature. The fluviatile trees next the shore are the slender eyelashes which fringe it, and the wooded hills and cliffs around are its overhanging brows.” — Henry David Thoreau •... Continue Reading →

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