Fat and Festive

It’s late, and I’m late here. I woke a bit too early even for me and, resigned, went back to sleep. I knew it meant I’d wake later than I like for the day, but at least I won’t be ready for bed at supper time. (Or maybe I will. Sometimes I am.) Today, a

Sunday, November 18, 2018

The speed and pace of our life here in this country, the noise and the demand of it, the sheer unadulterated motion of it, are almost too much for me to cope with.  Robert Benson,  Between the Dreaming and the Coming True: The Road Home to God Sometimes, it’s too much. ”I’m just going to

Friday, September 28, 2018

Not the intense moment Isolated, with no before and after, But a lifetime burning in every moment. T. S. Eliot We are traveling to spend time with family today, and I am anticipating we’ll see some beautiful fall colour on the way. I considered taking my camera, realized we won’t have time to stop for