Bones of Memory

In the beginning—time still untarnished by tongues of friends telling tales of unrequited passion and by knowledge yet to be understood—pockets and purses held the roots of recollection: tickets torn to their stubs, clovers plucked for their leaves of luck, valentines pasted with tinseled love, prized dance cards, dutifully, if not lovingly, signed by Curt, by Joe and … More Bones of Memory

“Be less curious about people…

and more curious about ideas.” — Marie Curie “An understanding of the natural world and what’s in it is a source of not only a great curiosity but great fulfillment.” — David Attenborough * * * Artists participating in a Tiffany Farm Paint-out painted the scenic barns, silos, cows and fields of this picturesque farm in Lyme, Connecticut.  … More “Be less curious about people…

Catnap

It was a day when the sea lay still, merging its salty wetness with the waiting edge of the sky and the clouds were filled with fish, so thick that I saw them— in full color, I might note— darting and turning through bursts of beta waves before losing their way in the deep. There were … More Catnap

The Nature of Peace

Sometimes this feeling sets in— as if that whole field of flowers is gold and wine and perfect. Some feel that way when spring unfolds its leaves and petals and sunshine flows and we listen to the cadence of downy reds, drumming their way ’round an old tree trunk. Others think—as the peepers gather and … More The Nature of Peace

“If we stay where we are, where we’re stuck, where we’re comfortable and safe, we die there.

“We become like mushrooms, living in the dark, with poop up to our chins. If you want to know only what you already know, you’re dying. You’re saying: Leave me alone; I don’t mind this little rathole. It’s warm and dry. Really, it’s fine. When nothing new can get in, that’s death. When oxygen can’t … More “If we stay where we are, where we’re stuck, where we’re comfortable and safe, we die there.

Reawaken through flowers

“…delphiniums in shades of blue and lavender, poppies, lilies in all their splendor… The sight is breathtaking and pulls your soul in close to the peacefulness we all crave.” — Barbara Parsons Barbara wrote these words to picture a world for which she yearned while serving time behind the walls of a correctional institution. The image … More Reawaken through flowers