On this Monday morning I am reminded of "small change, small wonders—the currency of my endurance and ultimately of my life” (Barbara Kingsolver). I had an appointment with the orthopedic surgeon to mark my six-week progress of my second hip-joint replacement. First there was the x-ray and then there was its viewing. The surgeon and... Continue Reading →
Poetry Overflow
I have taught myself joy, over and over again. It’s not such a wide gulf to cross, then, from survival to poetry. Barbara Kingsolver Yesterday, as I was searching for a Sunday poem, I came across Barbara Kingsolver’s quotation about the necessity of teaching one’s self joy, a lifetime task as it turns out. After... Continue Reading →