My Golden Goose Pond — Part Three
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 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”
“I read a review of the new Philip Roth biography the other day. The author quotes Roth saying, ‘aging is a massacre.’ I agree!” — our devoted friend, Jan, April 5, 2121, 20 days before her cancer diagnosis.
The winds of your life are shifting when you realize that you are buying more sympathy cards than birthday cards.
Listen to the sky where the world offers itself to your imagination.
The muted sounds, the shroud of gray, the silence. The beauty of fog.