This morning, I woke from a lovely dream. I was at the beach on a sunny day. There were kids and friends and sun-warmed bodies, lying close together. There was laughter and warmth and playfulness.
Recently, a friend of mine completed an arduous two-year Masters degree, made even more difficult by the fact that for a huge chunk of it, her partner needed to work out of province. My friend,
When I was a child, I happened upon a magical world just by lying in a patch of sun on our basement floor. When positioned exactly right in the sunlight stream, I could suddenly see
Have you ever known someone who has “come alive” after an accident or a recovery from an illness? Have you witnessed, or experienced, the intense gratitude and renewed appreciation for life that a brush with
So, I’m doing a Thirty Day Poetry Challenge. (A hush falls over the room.) I’ve told a few friends. Commentary has been mixed. One of them assumed I meant reading one lovely poem a day.