The Day the Experts Came to School {a #poem}
In all fairness, there ARE days where the magic happens. Here’s a link to something I wrote about this summer using Tania Runyan’s book “How to Read a Poem”.
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In all fairness, there ARE days where the magic happens. Here’s a link to something I wrote about this summer using Tania Runyan’s book “How to Read a Poem”.
The overwhelm is real–create anyway.
More thoughts from my Deck Time, prompted by ‘God in the Yard’ (Spiritual Practice for the Rest of Us)**, an ongoing full stop in the middle of my days. There’s a scientific rule, I think, about forward motion–the more intensely and quickly an object is moving, the harder it is to slow down. Something like…
May 12, 1974 “Dearest Jody, I’m writing you today to say, “I’m glad I’m your mom.” I am now, and always have been, so proud of you, Jo. Can’t remember a single moments’ “trouble” that you’ve ever been in or any periods of anxiety that you have caused. Sure there were minutes of panic…like the…
Cascade Mountains, Eastern horizon, Washington My friend Debbie and I were talking about downsizing the other day. Our husbands and we are all around the same age–60-ish–and the seasons of our life are definitely changing. It’s time to spend with grandkids, time to care for aging parents, deal with retirement, employment changes. Income changes. And did…
“The seed catalogues are a further promise of warm days to come. I class them as fiction and love to read them. Oh, the beautiful roses and tall spikes of delphinium and the flowering bushes-not to mention the carrots as big as telephone poles and the peas that practically shell themselves… We get some pretty…
After the garden— The giving away, the giving up The ghastly truth poured out, Words like threadbare sheets Could not cover the lies, I do not know him! Yet He Who Can Be Known Returned for this one, Walking first in The Way Then across the waves, Wooing with words and An outstretched hand, Covering…