I love the snow.
Even old snow, today. It helps me see better. I see the land better. I see the trees better. The sycamores almost blend in…
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How I will spend next summer
As you may (not) know, our local Mercantile Library hosts a monthly book group. The leader-of-the-month chooses a book, and those so inclined read it, and meet on the first Wednesday of the month to discuss the book. I’ve been leader on two occasions, but coming up next summer, I will be leader for three … Continue reading How I will spend next summer
so I wake to a breath of snow
So I wake to a breath of snow — not a covering, by any means. This, of course, gives me a good reason to hide inside and write. Write. About what? About the snow, of course. My morning tea is cold and the room is cold. Hot tea here is possible, but I must move … Continue reading so I wake to a breath of snow
qotd – Dalai Lama edition
From 43 Folders, a bit from Jack Kornfield Jack Kornfield on mindfulness | 43 Folders: I’ll tell you a story. A reporter was asking the Dalai Lama on his recent visit to Washington, “You have written this book, ‘The Art of Happiness,’ which was on the best-seller list for two years — could you please … Continue reading qotd – Dalai Lama edition
white pebble 