Mature Dawn Redwood at Longwood Gardens
Yesterday we returned to Longwood Gardens. The photo above is from a stand of towering old trees. George MacDonald’s sonnet for the day had already caught my eye. Here it is, with my take on it below. Read the rest of this entry »
November 1966, Cambridge Apt.
Early marriage is often sweet and romantic, like this old photo. Nonetheless, we’re not going there today. This post focuses on the first of several challenges that surfaced early, Read the rest of this entry »
Life is dangerous. So is writing. The danger isn’t simply out there, but in here. Inside of me. Read the rest of this entry »
This sonnet captured my heart last Friday. In my comments I’m imagining what George MacDonald might have heard and seen in his mind’s eye as he wrote. Read the rest of this entry »
~~~Weeping Willow, Longwood Gardens
My heart and body wouldn’t cooperate with my mind today. So I’m following their lead to see what happens. Though I’ve felt this resistance in me before, each time it’s a bit different.
It’s about ‘moving on’ with my life. Getting back to ‘normal,’ whatever that is. With regard to the blog, Read the rest of this entry »
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songs of praise
transposed into
slow drumming
mass movements
in minor key
become laments Read the rest of this entry »
~~~Longwood Gardens Flower Walk, 2014
Today, Sunday, I’m trying an experiment. No deeds of duty or ‘oughtness.’ Just what delights me. There was a time in my life when the list of things that delighted me was very short.
Why? Because too much joy or delight would be Read the rest of this entry »
St. Mark’s Coptic Cathedral, Alexandria, Egypt
In January 2010, D and I visited St. Mark’s Coptic Orthodox Cathedral in Alexandria, Egypt. The poem below is about an unexpected event while we were there.
That evening, Read the rest of this entry »
~~~Rest Stop between Cairo and Alexandria
A young man
Our driver in Egypt
On the way from Cairo
To Alexandria Read the rest of this entry »
Thank you, James DePreist for this poem. Please forgive me if you’re offended by my take on it. It seems appropriate for Palm Sunday and Holy Week. You lived this poem in your life; I believe Jesus did, too. Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth 