Tag: Emily Dickinson

Ah, Those Mentors Who Have Not Been Touched by the Absolute

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…

I measure every Grief I meet

I measure every Grief I meet (561) Emily Dickinson, 1830 – 1886 I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, eyes –  I wonder if It weighs like Mine –  Or has an Easier size. I wonder if They bore it long –  Or did it…

Poems of the Heart

Before I gift you with my favorite poem (and I DO believe it to be a worthy present) I want to share something with you. My mother loved birds. She loved watching them eat from their feeders and poke their beaks at her sliding…

My wish for YOU

After my sweet mom died, I made this shadow box for my heartbroken father. (These are paper doves, not stuffed!) Together, Mom and Dad had always enjoyed the sweet sound of mourning doves and kept their bird and squirrel feeders full. Now, my parents live together…