Folks who know me know I pay attention to my dreams. (A theatre piece and a 17- minute cantata are just two of the many fruits I have gathered from this practice.) Last night brought me such a clear, funny and
While I’d planned to offer you a touchy-feely-back-in-the-saddle-after-my-retreat-post, I got a surprise a week ago. My regular readers know I conduct poetry workshops for local schoolchildren through the regional River Of Words program sponsored by the Hudson Highlands Land Trust.
Glad To Be Human update–thanks for your patient understanding while the publisher works out yet more details–I am as eager as you– Another brief reflection on wabi-sabi this week, the highly useful Japanese aesthetic concept of finding beauty in the
The hand is the subject of one of my earliest essays as a child. It still remains one of the things that makes me deeply Glad To Be Human. Speaking of which, I’m told that within a week, the e-version
I had already planned to offer thanks this week for you, my readers, and the gift of your attention. Today, an untoward experience gave me even deeper appreciation. In anticipation of my forthcoming e-version of Glad To Be Human, well-meaning