Scattered Showers in a Clear Sky
napoblogmo, Poetry, Gardening
I love this poem by Jane Hirschfield:
“In the evenings
I scrape my fingernails clean,
hunt through old catalogues for new seed,
oil work boots and shears.
This garden is no metaphor —
more a task that swallows you into itself,
earth using, as always, everything it can.”
– Jan Hirshfield, November, Remembering Voltaire
Where the fire and the rose are one
by Dr. Larry Chapp
Mark and Abbie Jury
Growing Our Life in Northern Michigan
Cinema, music, opera, books, television, theater
Review
Welcome to the Morse Universe
a window into a life, a conversation with a soul, a gateway to a heart
Aging woman reads, steeps tea, feeds cats and is ridiculous.....
ANCESTRAL FOOD. HERBAL WISDOM. MAGICAL COOKERY. SEASONAL CELEBRATION.
about writing, reading and publishing
Myths, legends, folklore, fairytales about flora, fauna and sacred landscapes
Dominican Preaching through Word and Image
Faith, love, and listening to the language of the world.
meandering through, writing about whatever strikes my fancy
“But I ask myself, What must I do to make my life a true story?”
poetry, publishing, and mentoring
... reflections to inspire creative spiritual directions ... ... . . . .
Scattered Showers in a Clear Sky 