Last weekend we went to Damascus, Virginia with Kelley and dear friends to ride the Virginia Creeper. It’s the perfect bike ride for me because it’s almost all downhill, and it was the perfect time of year — fall. The leaves were turning and the three hour path took us by a stream almost the…
The More Loving One
How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me. — W. H. Auden, The More Loving One. We have a chance to be the more loving one than anyone else except God whose love is…
Fragility Of Spirit
We may think we are tough and invulnerable but in reality we are all fragile. At some point in life, our body teaches us how vulnerable we are to disease and injury. Likewise we learn how our heart is fragile. A first romance ends, a good fiend betrays, a mentor dies, I bet you can…
Guarding The Tower
Nellie has been guarding the Lego tower built by my granddaughter, Frannie, for three days now. One has to wonder what is going on in our cat’s mind. Will the tower fall eventually? Who knows? I certainly am walking gingerly around the house. I have certainly seen more fascinating pictures, but this one tickles me…
The Kind of Hope
Imprisoned multiple times for upholding his ideals of justice, Vaclav Havel, knew the value of hope as a lifeline of sanity and survival, for the individual as well as for the society. He writes: The kind of hope I often think about … I understand above all as a state of mind, not a state of…