It All Takes Practice(s)
I’m looking at the smallest twigs of a bush holding baseballed clumps of snow and looking into tall pines, boughs draped white, standing in a… Read More »It All Takes Practice(s)
I’m looking at the smallest twigs of a bush holding baseballed clumps of snow and looking into tall pines, boughs draped white, standing in a… Read More »It All Takes Practice(s)
My mind wanders as I shovel. Among the problems I am churning today is the messaging on my website. The words “enlivening resilience through change”… Read More »Moving Snow/Uncovering the Path
I was fine in the morning, but not in the afternoon. He put the tarp over his canoe. When I saw that, my lips pressed… Read More »For All That Has Fallen Away
I won’t forget sort of hugging Becky. It was morning in the lobby of the Barre Opera House, the daylong Poetry Out Loud competition was… Read More »The Year of “Re”