Red apples hang frozen in a stick-dry, snow-dusty network of branches, against lamb’s wool and pastelblue of sky, a crooked woodenness, a wizzening red. – Margaret Avison, Sunblue (23, 1-5)
Fair warning: a little intense and deepy-deep for your Friday. But this is my wish for someone I love deeply… You coddle your pain like a newborn. You nurture him. …
I heard Barbara Marx Hubbard recount the time she once invited Maslow to coffee. She sought to learn more about the field of psychology and wanted to surround herself with …
“There’s never too much clapping, Bubba.” We stood at the National Arts Centre in a standing ovation following the performance of the Messiah. By the third standing ovation, my hands …