Poem for a Sunday Morning

THE FOURTH SIGN OF THE ZODIAC (PART 3) I know, you never intended to be in this world. But you’re in it all the same. So why not get started immediately. I mean, belonging to it. There is so much to admire, to weep over. And to write music or poems about. Bless the feetContinue reading “Poem for a Sunday Morning”

The curious music that I hear

For Christmas, my daughter gave me a collection of transcribed poems – some of her favorites, some of mine – and painted a small watercolor to accompany each one. I opened the cover and immediately began to cry. How could I not? I had received two of the most precious gifts any of us canContinue reading “The curious music that I hear”

Angle of Repose

angle of repose (n): the steepest angle at which a sloping surface formed of a particular loose material is stable. I couldn’t resist lying down on Andy Goldworthy’s epic work, Wood Line, when we walked along it last Saturday. I am on vacation, a time of rest and relaxation, so I thought I would practice aContinue reading “Angle of Repose”

One Beam of Light

I think it’s extraordinary that even the smallest light can illuminate the darkest space. Consider that for a moment: no matter how dark it is, if you have one ray, one beam of light, you can see. And once you can see, you can act. And once you can act you are steps away fromContinue reading “One Beam of Light”