For times when our words are too small

Dark fallen leaves edged in frost

Do you know those times when you have something to say but can’t find the words? When what you are sensing feels expansive, yet your words barely cover the edges? Like a sheet that doesn’t reach your feet. Yes. Me too. And I don’t think this concerns a lack of vocabulary. T S Eliot discerned … Read more

At the turning of the seasons

Swan surrounded by ripples on the dark lake

Yesterday, I stood for a while by the end of the lake. Just watching. The swan’s flight to land close by was so graceful. However, I’m still not sure whether this is to check me out with friendly curiosity or warn me off. And I mused on this threshold we are traversing. Real in the … Read more