A reminder to look for beauty everywhere.
I decided to look up one of my favorite words along with my favorite poet. Here’s what I got: What? Emily Dickinson hasn’t posted anything within 14 days?? And then I thought of how we rekindle our own imaginations – through the eyes of… Continue Reading “Ah, Those Mentors Who Have Not Been Touched by the Absolute”
Sad, isn’t it? What? They’ve forgotten. Yes. Very sad. Because they’re not elephants. Huh? Elephants never forget. They even teach their babies how to play in the mud. Elephant babies are lucky. My parents always tell me to stop playing in sludge. I tell… Continue Reading “What Grown-ups Forget”
The wonderful thing about writing down memories is keeping them. Because later, like me, you will find those written words. I wrote this 26 years ago when my son was two years old: As grown-ups, we have learned much about life. But we learn… Continue Reading “More than Nostalgia”
No longer can I fill these shoes. Yet I remember a time when the patent leather formed neatly around my feet soft, worn, comfortable Soles carefree and made of ease durable for playing chase and hide and seek or freeze tag in the dark… Continue Reading “No Longer Can I Fill these Shoes”