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Our shelter from the stormy blast*

Yes, the Christmas cacti are blooming! Can it really be that time of year again?

It must be…’cause it snowed too!

The anthem at the Offertory at church on Sunday was the poem “Love” by George Herbert (1593-1632) which is a particularly lovely one: 159 more words


Surpassing Strange

The gift of foresight is a poison without antidote.
Instead of living in the moment, at one with stars,
The pleasures of your past & knowing nothing lasts, 82 more words


Waking from Dream to Dream

The cuckold’s fury overslept
Alarm blaring like a mad siren
Thunder rolling silently in sleep.
Rage like a loaded gun on fire is
A wolf gnawing through its own… 36 more words


Weekend reading

I had a quiet weekend and spent a good part of it reading Marilynne Robinson’s new novel Lila. 

In this third novel that takes place in the town of Gilead, Robinson revisits the characters we have met in the earlier books ( 194 more words

"I can't look at everything hard enough."*

Last week I watched The Ghost and Mrs. Muir  (1947) and cried through much of it. Then this weekend I watched Our Town (1940) and wept through the entire third act.   325 more words