Winter Afternoons – / That oppresses, like the Heft/ Of Cathedral Tunes – / Heavenly Hurt, it gives us – / We can find no scar,/ But internal difference – / Where the Meanings, are – None may teach it – An...

Throughout December, I imperfectly followed Beth Kempton's Deep Journaling exercises based on her book, Kokoro: Japanese Wisdom for a Life Well-Lived. (I am just now gathering my thoughts to share them.) Kempton describes kokoro as "A beautiful untra...

Inspired by reading Ins and Outs Lists over the years. Ins -       Puppy Smell -       Broadway -       The Museum of Literature Ireland - &...

“Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so ma...