Our stories make us who we are. And each story has its own purpose and its own reward. Each story rings true and each story is worthy of the ages. There is no such thing as an insignificant life. Laurence Overmire, New York Minute: An Actor's Memoir Here, in the sweetness of predawn I sit
Solitude matters, and for some people, it's the air they breathe. Susan Cain I step out onto the deck with a first cup of morning coffee and breathe slow and deep. The cool, fresh morning air all the sweeter having been forced to shut doors and windows, and turn the air conditioner on to escape
A spark neglected makes a mighty fire. Robert Herrick I’m joining in with a group of writers for Five Minute Friday where we’re given a prompt (this week it’s DONE) and write for five minutes about it. A fire burns on the hills directly across the river from where we live. It grows quickly; the
Let us step into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure.” J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince Pre dawn quiet, much anticipation, and few words, this morning as we get an early start heading for a grand weekend and a prairie adventure. Simple happy. And excited.
It is so small a thing to have enjoyed the sun, to have lived light in the spring, to have loved, to have thought, to have done. Matthew Arnold It turns out to be the kind of day I once dreamed about when I was sitting in meetings and, in between meetings, responding to emails
Outside the open window The morning air is all awash with angels. Richard Wilbur, Collected Poems, 1943-2004 I’m outside with Maya just after 4:00 a.m. It’s still, and just starting to get light; the morning air is fresh and cool. It’s a peaceful and promising start to the day. We have an agreement when Gerry