Whether you celebrate Solstice, Hannukah, Christmas, Kwanzaa, Festivus, etc etc — this is my favorite poem ever, and I think it applies equally to all paths. I’m only quoting excerpts, because it’s long. (Caps are my emphasis, not original format.)…
It’s not even December yet, and I’m ready to call 2016 a wrap. How about you? This hasn’t been an entirely bad year, though it’s certainly knocked many of us on our respective keesters more than once. Let’s look at…
The sky is a crisp blue against the array of earth-toned leaves still hanging on to their perches. Squirrels dig, industrious, through the crackling fallen, searching out nuts, insects, whatever it is that squirrels search for at times like this….