Teach us to number our days aright
Many years ago I visited Pompei. I knew that my grandmother had been born in a small town not far […]
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The blessedness of place
Because I know that time is always time And place is always and only place… – T.S. Eliot, from Ash
What I’m Into (Winter 2017)
As usual the busyness of winter has gotten the better of me and I haven’t shared what I’ve been up
The weariness of remembering
This is the time when we are exhorted to remember the tragedy of September 11th. We hear stories of sorrow
My one word for 2016: Create
Looking back over the archives, I realized it has been three years since I last wrote about choosing one intentional