Add to the beauty

I am approaching the end of another journal; this one has taken something more than just two months to fill, and I looked back to the early pages to find something I’ve already shared that bears repeating: “Add to the beauty or add to the despair — each of us has two choices — moreContinue reading “Add to the beauty”

Here I sit, surrounded by detritus of human endeavor

I was born on a Sunday evening, and so I have seen 67-times-52-plus-change Sundays in my life. Do the math later if you’d like. I have piles and piles of debris to show for it. Well, “debris” is the wrong word for what’s piled in my little home office. These are shelves of books andContinue reading “Here I sit, surrounded by detritus of human endeavor”

for most this amazing

I just went out to pick a poo that Willow had left near the front door. It is a beautiful night — warm, not hot — comfortable — bright and sunny, the light from the not-quite-ready-to-set sun bouncing off fluffy white clouds against a brilliant blue sky — and it occurred to me I haveContinue reading “for most this amazing”

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