Fond Memories of Sevilla.
Un patio de Sevilla.
June 18, 2013
May 25, 2013
April 27, 2013
A Bird Made of Light
White Heron. Peace Valley
I saw it, then, white and slender,
a bird made of light.
It walked in the water on its long, slim legs,
perfectly balanced,
as if dancing to a music it could only hear.
April 2, 2013
Winter Tales
For weeks, for months, for years and decades,
through winter dark and summer bright,
through rain and drought, death and rebirth
its soul, one with its master,
the tiger slept.
March 26, 2013
Trees in Winter
Like trees shed their leaves and, vulnerable in the winter cold,
expose their branches, naked, to the world,
so writers, word by word
in their stories, reveal their souls.
March 19, 2013
Fire and Ice
“Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire,
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.”
― Robert Frost
March 8, 2013
March 6, 2013
Winter Blues
Silent trees in the winter cold,
roots in the snow,
search the sky with naked arms, and dream
of distant summers
to come.
February 27, 2013
The Pope Who Quit
A year ago I reviewed Jon M. Sweeney’s The Pope Who Quit, the story of how Peter Morrone, a humble and uncultivated Italian hermit, became Pope in 1294 at the ripe age of 84, taking the name of Pope Celestine V. Unable to cope with the demands of the papacy, he abdicated some months later.
In his book, Jon M. Sweeney tells us how Pope Benedict IX came to pray over the tomb of his Medieval predecessor and suggests he might have been asking him for advice as he considered his own resignation.
When the resignation of Pope Benedict IX was announced last week, I remembered Jon’s prophetic words with awe.
If the news surprised you or made you wonder why this was such a shock for the Catholic community, you may want to read this fascinating story of a time so different from ours when another Pope also resigned.
You can find my whole review at Myshelf.com
February 17, 2013
Peace Valley
Winter
It was freezing cold in Lake Galena today.
And empty.
Only me,
and the geese, and the ducks.
And the broken tree.
Bleeding.
Like my heart.
