Heavy winds have brought Winter’s cold to us in recent days. The chill hurtles through the trees And then through the trestles on our porch. It can pierce any cloth Or flesh blockade And so I feel it in my Skin and bones As I venture outside. Whenever I walk in this chill, I long …
It starts easy enough. We are born. Perhaps we are born again While we — and those we love — Still live. And then we learn that Surviving is not the sole purpose For being here. Being alive is not so much the point. What we long for is the life That can be in …
You are an extraordinary woman. I am confounded both by your depth of self and my sometimes-present incapacity to observe your depth. How do I sometimes mistake your wonderfulness for a dig? My ego. My self-protective desire to build myself up and to be seen as someone worthy and equal in your eye. Foolish motivation …
You do things your way and I do things mine. Not by design. This is just the way it is. It’s not simple, but not really complex. Maybe it will remain a paradox for all time. You get your work done just as I do. Yet the ways we get there bear No comparison at …
