Suddenly it’s light. It happens so quickly. First it’s mid-February and it’s been dark for so long I can hardly conceive of summer, not to mention spring, and then a few weeks later the light yawns into the early evening and I am making supper in daylight and hearing, next morning, the trill of the Eastern Bluebird. It’s coming! Violets, apple blossoms, tomato seedlings at the farmer’s market! Robbins nodding their heads above the newly-greened lawn, warblers twittering in the bushes.
First, the Eastern Bluebird drawing is fabulous. Second, your pairing with Johannah Blackman is like spring itself, refreshing and amplifying. Thank you, Kathleen.
Lovely! What is it about Maine that there are so very many great writers on environmental issues and the wonders of the natural world there??!
Some cosmologists have said that Space is all there is. Some have said Information is all there is. Others assert Time is all there is.
What I read today here makes me think that Love is all there is. Robin, tree, woodchuck, clouds and water, we ourselves...nothing but Love made visible.
First, the Eastern Bluebird drawing is fabulous. Second, your pairing with Johannah Blackman is like spring itself, refreshing and amplifying. Thank you, Kathleen.
Lovely! What is it about Maine that there are so very many great writers on environmental issues and the wonders of the natural world there??!
Some cosmologists have said that Space is all there is. Some have said Information is all there is. Others assert Time is all there is.
What I read today here makes me think that Love is all there is. Robin, tree, woodchuck, clouds and water, we ourselves...nothing but Love made visible.