Last week found me a little more adventurous than usual on Instagram. I posted a photo, with a caption, a bit tongue-in-cheek: ‘Cozying up for some inspirational reading. What will I choose first?” If the purpose of social media, in its varied forms, is to let people know what you’re … [Read more...] about Feed the mind. Feed the spirit.
The best of times, the worst of times
Today was a perfect autumn day. Crisp, cool air. Golden light. The crunch of leaves underfoot. Tonight, barely 7 p.m. and the sky is ink blue. A crescent moon casts its spell. To be in sync with the seasons is to be reminded that autumn is tinged with the stickiness of nostalgia. To feel … [Read more...] about The best of times, the worst of times
the holidays
Come late August there’s a noticeable shift in light that catches me off-guard. Little by little, the shortening of days so imperceptible since the summer solstice is suddenly dramatic. Leaves start to lose their lushness. The lazy hazy days of summer are about to give way to September, with its … [Read more...] about the holidays
What did you read this summer?
Summer reading is a world unto itself. It’s not as if the love of books doesn’t have us immersed in reading all year long. But summer brings with it memories of freedom from school, with all that’s attached to assigned reading, textbook or otherwise. Some things, like the smell of library books, … [Read more...] about What did you read this summer?
Rain rain go away . . .
This morning had me scrambling outside for a walk during a brief break from the rain we seem to be getting a lot of lately. Scattered thunderstorms are a summertime staple, the operative word being ‘scattered.’ Rolling thunder. Lightning bolts cracking through the sky, as mystifying and … [Read more...] about Rain rain go away . . .
That deeper thing called Voice
Today had me hankering for a dose of Bob Dylan. Not the ‘Freewheelin’ Bob reminding me there ain’t no use in wondering why or the Rainy Day Bob inviting me to toke up, get stoned. Either of those classic Dylan songs would certainly take me back, maybe even reassure me of the power of protest, … [Read more...] about That deeper thing called Voice
