Day: February 7, 2018

The Way it Is by Lynn Ungar One morning you might wake up to realize that the knot in your stomach had loosened itself and slipped away, and that the pit of unfulfilled longing in your heart had gradually, and without your really noticing, been filled in—patched like a pothole, not quite the same as[…]

The February Shore by Parker J. Palmer Let this stillness settle on the surface of your mind— The figured sand, its fossil prints and hieroglyphs held fast in memory of ice… The surf-flung pools framed here and there as mirrors to behold the shining day… The ice-glazed rocks that lose their weight while floating in[…]