A poem from today’s wander, by Alice and Crow Caw, caw, caw! said She.Caa, caa, caa, said I,Mispronounced, too soft a tone. She, patient, tried again, head cocked,Again, again,Caw, caw, caw!No language shared,I listened with my heart. She on treetop, I on soil –One landscape, two perspectives,No right or wrong,No Left or Right,Just love ofContinue reading “A Chat with Crow”
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Babysitting Carol
Last night, on the edge of sleep, I had the thought, or realization, that I do not any longer need to babysit Carol. I’ve told the story of my childhood memories of Carol many times, most recently while sitting with my husband’s relatives after his father’s death. I was wondering if any of them rememberedContinue reading “Babysitting Carol”
