Attuned to Nature’s Music
No one in my life heard the music of Mother Nature better than my beloved friend, Judy.
No one in my life heard the music of Mother Nature better than my beloved friend, Judy.
There is unbridled potential for the poetic — in everything, even in ourselves.
“I want something from Daddy that he is not able to give me . . . .”
Can Mother Nature teach us anything about the agony of waiting?
Are there really any differences between the iPhone 7 and iPhone 14 Pro cameras?
As a small pond grew and changed, so did I. PART THREE: Year of leave-taking.
As a small pond grew and changed, so did I. PART TWO: Year of refuge.
“Sometimes escape can be an art, or a selfishness, or just a gift you need to give yourself.” — Stephen Dunn, from his poem, “Mercy”
It is 11 p.m. EST, and I am safe and sound asleep when the sun rises in Kyiv, the capital of Ukraine.