Searching for the Abbey
While with an eye made quiet by the powerOf harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.. -William Wordsworth From: Lines Composed a Few…
“You’re a different sort of chick, you are”
It has been a decade since my second sojourn to Britain. I would live there if I could.Journal entry. British Channel. Calais, France. 2012. I enjoyed the ferry to Calais.* Sun…
Traverse City paradise
It never felt so goodIt never felt so right Traverse City is my father's hometown. We would visit my bubbe every summer-before the interstate! Long drive to be sure. But…
I Feel Lucky to be so . . .
Visual. My world is a framed landscape. I see life as a gilt-framed painting, (Always have; I think I assumed everyone did.)
Anglophilia
March 29, 2024 Anglophilia? Sounds like a disease. However, the definition by Merriam Webster: Unusual admiration or partiality for England, English ways, or things English.” I confess that I am an Anglophile.…
Do Pictures Paint 1000 Words?
Maybe I am naive, but I can't help wonder: If everyone drove the backroads across our vast country, maybe we would better understand each other's needs and interests? Take a…
Got to get you into my life . . .
I was alone, I. t ook a ride I didn't know what I would find there Another road where maybe I could see another kind of mind there then suddenly…
Don’t it always seem to go
I arrived on the Cape in a very small plane. I was wearing, rust-colored cords, brown tweed blazer, and a self-fashioned bandana crop top. Sounds like a Joni Mitchell song. * Don’t it…
I’ll be back
From Rain Dodging 32-33. Jesse was then fifteen, a gifted and passionate dancer attending a two-week summer workshop at Bates College in Maine. Upon her workshop’s end, I flew into Manchester, New…
How I Found Magic: Bread Loaf
Years and years ago, after dropping my daughter off at the University of Vermont, in Burlington, for a 2-week high school summer debate camp, I went exploring graduate campuses for…