31 Days of A Sense of Place :: Day 9 ~ Sunshine Through Spanish Moss

Welcome to Day 9 of 31 Days of A Sense of Place. * “I had spent four years propped on the front porch […] bemused

One Hidden Self

I was struck on a recent visit to Ogunquit, Maine, by the many and varied gardens there and nearby: the ocean, beach, dunes, plover and

The sea, which no one tends

“But the sea which no one tends is also a garden” ― William Carlos Williams   The sea looms large in my psyche, as if

Snow, Blessed Snow

It’s been a snowy winter so far in my area, central New Hampshire. The U.S. National Weather Service posted a map on its Facebook page

Attending

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” ― W.B. Yeats ********** “The moment one gives close attention

Remembering the Dead (All Souls’ Day and Día de Muertos)

Ah, but you were always leaf-light. And you so seldom talk as we go. But there at my side through the bright leaves you walk.

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