Prayers and your kind thoughts help.
There’s a serious shortage of good girls.
So how do you want to be remembered?
a natural wilderness
economy of expression
an acknowledgement of mystery of the universal seed in the particular
if only I’d been able to uphold it in the newsroom
Yes, clean lines, stripped-down materials, and elegant craftsmanship meeting a love of the baroque in a quirky, inimitable style
with a monk’s prayer for good bread
daily needing and kneading
after manna or
a rice bowl
should I be begging, Zenlike,
hand me pasta and potatoes
followed by cake
all praise to whatever
I’ll blissfully polish away
with a portion for Buddha or a stray squirrel
Is this shaping up to be another warmer, drier winter than usual?
It feels warmer than misery.
yes, to be made in an image
One of my more familiar drives while living in Dover meant crossing over into Maine on my way to or from the Antique House.
Within a seven-mile stretch of the roadway, there were at least 16 family cemeteries – some with only two or three visible stones.
It’s all the more striking when you realize that two separate two-mile stretches have none at all, so the burials actually occur in just three miles. In those parts, you probably couldn’t turn around without encountering a tombstone.
Many of the graveyards are overgrown, with some surrounded by iron railings.
I’m guessing there are more, if we were going more slowly and looking even closer.
Still, we’re left wondering about the families, some who settled the grounds in the 1600s, and how long they remained.
But on the drive, each one is gone in a flash.
Just because I watch the stars doesn’t mean I trust them.
We had foxes at the bird feeder and viewed them as they slinked off into the woods, akin to Garrison Hill, and next to it was a bear.
I was a championship swimmer and a symphony violinist not actually competing or performing but enjoying the status.
At the airplane crash scene as a reporter, I helped put bodies in valet bags.
wednesday lists several directions