Walking helps the weeping. Springtime brings a little something new to notice each day. Mostly I'm swept up in that touch of green-gold on just-budding leaves. Typically halfway into my walk around the lake endorphins kick in. My gaze shifts from the ground to the trees and sky. Nests show … [Read more...] about Walking Waiting Worrying Weeping: my corona diaries
It’s easy to remember . . .
Sometimes even I surprise myself. Last year, in a post focused on the spirit of place, I wrote these words: Walls hold secrets. Memories are something we make. Oh, to be a fly on a wall when something we’re not privy to is taking place! The walls I’m mostly thinking about are the ones that … [Read more...] about It’s easy to remember . . .