Thursday, March 22, 2018

It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embrace he knows not what. John Galsworthy, The Forsythe Saga As I write this, it's around supper time on Wednesday

Tuesday, February 20, 2018

The monotony and solitude of a quiet life stimulates the creative mind. Albert Einstein I am in great need of a good measure of both of the above; my calendar has become far too full. Meanwhile, pushing through,  because sometimes that’s what’s required for a season. I enjoyed a very long and interesting conversation with