a poem The first sighting of Galanthus Emerging from snow and mud and rotten leaves White blooms unblemished pure and holy The tiny buds...

Okay, this may sound a bit melodramatic (which I try to avoid), but ever since Valentines’ Day I’ve been in a bit of a mood. Fortunately...

Shhh little one... Talk not of superficial things What goes on in wires and tiny screens Linger not in past sorrows or future worries...

Falling through starlight skies Floating down lanes of clouds, hearled by the birds The ground slowly coming into view Tops of mountains...

It can be difficult to slow down. To take a rest day, a day off from work, to simply pause and relax. Even in crazy times like this, when...