INSIDE THE BOX
Now fades the last long streak of snow
There is so much to worry about these days. . . . I was ruminating over some of those things the other morning when I saw the first little crocuses peeking their bright heads up through the still-frosty ground. . . .
New Every Morning
As the new year approaches, people all over the world are engaging in rites and rituals that help us let go of what has been and prepare for what it to come. . . .
Approaching Solstice
During the past few weeks, as the skies have grown darker, the days shorter, and the wind more chilling, our town has come alive with lights. . . .
Of History and Hope
When I find myself feeling that there’s little reason to hope for better future, I try to bring to mind all the wonderful young people I know . . .
The Thing Is
Sitting here in the comfort of my dry, intact home in Illinois, I can do very little to help the millions who are now living in Hurricane Helene’s aftermath, but one thing I can do is wish them courage, strength, resilience, and hope. Hurricane Helene victims: this one is for you.
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
It’s been a chilly, dreary spring so far in central Illinois: lots and lots and LOTS of rain. Bone-cold, blowing, hit-you-from-the-side-rain. But this morning, as I strolled along the river at the center of our town, I spotted a clump of brave little daffodils pushing up their delicate heads to brighten the world around them.