Much needed (rest)

I am trying not to wish for a time in the past, reaching for the gold of a sun that has already set. Implying that I am discontent with where I am now, the current circumstances, a season of increased stress and harder work. But lately I have been craving the summer, when a drive… Continue reading Much needed (rest)

For each ecstatic instant

For each ecstatic instantWe must in anguish payIn keen and quivering ratioTo the ecstasy This stanza from a Dickinson poem has stuck with me ever since I saw it the first time, flipping through a book of her poetry while at the bookstore (ah the pre-corona days, which have gifted me with appreciation and protection… Continue reading For each ecstatic instant