Luna

Made a journey down a winding road, to see an old friend, and a dog named Luna.  Near the ocean we stayed, watching the waves, come and go. On the morning walk with the dogs at the beach, the tilting fence glistened in the sun, with sand at her feet, and budding rose bushes of [...]

Journey

Wandering down a country road, in search of clarity and purpose, A man saw a barn. It was a landmark in rural decline. A place of broken dreams from the past. The day was dismal, and stormy. Forlorn thoughts clouded his mind. He paused at the crossing, and stood in the wind and the rain. [...]

The Beauty of Imperfection

In my youth, I made this calligraphy, "Dust of Snow".  My mom guided me in the process. Her love for the poetry of Robert Frost naturally influenced my choice of words. Having saved the original, she handed it over to me later in life.  I cherish it for posterity. Beautiful in all its imperfection, it [...]

Interruptions in Life

Reading can bring back memories, help to understand oneself with respect to the past, the present, and even give direction in life. It can stimulate the imagination and desire to create outside of a story, and make one's own stories. "The Song of the Lark" strikes many such chords for me. Through Cather's quiet introspective [...]

Finding success, in the face of failure.

In Part IV, 'The Ancient People', of Cather's "Song of the Lark", Thea Kronborg, having become ill and stressed by her pursuit of musical success in Chicago, is embarking upon a trip to Arizona, through Navajo country.  Sent by her new found Polish friend, Fred Ottenburg, a sort of patron of the musical arts, Thea [...]

In her heart, was it, or under her cheek?

Thea was surprised that she did not feel a deeper sense of loss at leaving her old life behind her.  It seemed, on the contrary, as she looked out at the yellow desert speeding by, that she had left very little.  Everything that was essential seemed to be right there in the car with her. [...]

Proportions

A person's life: width of a hand I have heard it said I look at the early morning sky: from star to star even less The happiness that you wait for, something that cannot be measured, only possible if not measured. At sunrise small birds, without bursting, sing out loud the morning dew, the bright [...]