Come here, You!

It’s like a fireworks: well, no, it’s really like a Persian rug.” Rainer Maria Rilke It is a comfort that even great writers fumble over themselves to find words to describe loveliness in nature. This morning I sat back and watched as Rilke stumbled to describe a few twigs of heather included in a letter. I don’t mean, he fell down, but his heart and … Continue reading Come here, You!

The Gravitational Pull of Home and Hearth and Ideas

This may or may not circle around to making any sense. It is the middle of the night, I am finally not exhausted, and I am feeling philosophical. Ben said an interesting thing yesterday about buses being so heavy that he worried about the earth’s ability to stay in orbit during certain times of the day when there are buses everywhere. He was worried about us … Continue reading The Gravitational Pull of Home and Hearth and Ideas