My phone alarm wakes me. As I silence it, groggy and half-blind, I see a notification that someone has commented on my post. I swipe to see it. And there I am, phone already in my face, inundated by images and words through a luminous screen. Before I’ve even taken stock of my body, said…
I’ve had Mary Oliver’s The Uses of Sorrow rolling around in my head lately. Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift. If you’re anything like me, you’ve had one or two pivotal sorrows that have changed the course of…
The senses are born to savor. Awake and link to memory all that you are taking in. Flavors : The perfect citrus jems; the meal salted, plated, warm; the scrumptious offering of garden fresh snap, the sizzling simmer saucing; the sweet! Your eyes close in pure delight. Flaky, croissant crust sugared and warm, fresh out of…
Kindred 