I feel the tug of Spring. Ice flows in the river, depleting snowbanks, muddy driveways and yards, longer days and warm rays of sunshine are but a few. We look behind and ahead. Memories of deep snow and bitter cold make way for thoughts of crocuses and forsythia...
I am happy to be sitting at my desk on another Monday in March. We are all mindful of the two year mark and recalling what came in March 2020. Two years have flown by one day, one Covid challenge at a time and here we are. Do we know any more than we did on the...
And suddenly mask mandates, trucker convoys and vaccine passports seem so trivial against the backdrop of Russian invasion and a country under attack. In these dark days of winter our attention has shifted to the terrifying reality of suffering and violence...
I just returned from a brisk ,windy walk. I have been in my small city space for almost eight months. I came with the deliberate intention of staying for all four seasons. I came to find rest, recovery and healing . I walked these city blocks...
I thought of using Love the One You're With for today's title but settled on Be Where You Are. Both titles fit with my thoughts today. In this pandemic worry filled sea (with many waves) I've finally been hit. A positive test reinforced what my body was already...
After Saturday's storm the sidewalk in front of my small city space disappeared. Boot tracks pocked the deep snow and the snowbank at the corner had to be climbed over with great care. I had a young man offer me his hand the other day to assist me but I declined...