The Inherent Satisfaction in Gone

Melting, dripping, cold’s grip slipping. Sunning, warming, thunderstorming… Spring  – Bob Raczka   This line is from one of my favorite children’s books.  Every February I eagerly look forward to opening the spring décor bin, finding it nestled alongside handmade heart decorations and bits of Easter grass. This year, it seems to hold a particular… Continue reading The Inherent Satisfaction in Gone

Chicken Soup for the Soul, and Calisthenics for the Mind

Echoes fade and memories die: Autumn frosts have slain July. Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies; Never seen by waking eyes. – Lewis Carroll And, in the still dark of night, suddenly, I’m awake again.  First I roll one way, then the other.  I’m hot, then I’m cold.  I struggle to get… Continue reading Chicken Soup for the Soul, and Calisthenics for the Mind