Snowy woods are magical. Yes, it's cold. You have to dress for it. And it's worth the extra effort, because...the stillness. You can hear yourself think! (Or, not. Sometimes not thinking is the point.) American poet Robert Frost must have known this when he wrote "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening." (See him recite … Continue reading Woods on a Snowy Evening
That's what a niece said after Mom died and left a gaping hole in our family fabric. "Now what?" So, it's 2024. Now what? So we didn't enter a recession in 2023 as many predicted. Now what? So we are entering another presidential election year. Now what? So I've lost people close to me, feel … Continue reading Now What?
May 16, 2020. I have to write. I write for therapy and clarity. Sometimes I don't know what I think (or feel) until I write it down. I've been unable to write since retiring young, five years ago. Something inside was stuck in psychological mud. The mud-clog is easing now as I sit on the … Continue reading Writing on the Waterfront
For Many Moons 