
The time of ceruleanskies. That brighten with heat, chasing the rainAnd leaving poolsTo be rippled with bare feet. It lifts like the flight of the IndigoBunting. Even the dark crowhints at gaietyin her hidden cobalt.It’s easy to feel light. The Summer Azurereminds uswhat it is to be beautiful:merry and carefree,perhaps even self-forgetting. Summer is full of […]

Children are like commas, I think. They bring pauses, in a day of important things. Little hands touch our face, they clarify, Love. Making sense of the world: a bird, a worm, a friend. They distill it all and we have to ask, what is important. The broken sleep and all the time, join our independent selves […]

i have perhaps forgottenhow, always (fromthese hurrying crudititiesof blood and flesh) Lovecoins His most gradual gesture, and whittles life to eternity.e.e. cummings In Fyodor Dostoevsky’s magnum opus, The Brother Karamazov, he offers one of the most compelling imaginings of who Christ is through a startling, doubt-filled lens, in the chapter: The Grand Inquisitor. Written from […]

Without love, you die. With love, you also die. Not all deaths are equal.Jonathan Safran Foer Not all deaths are equal. Most people want to have their lives marked by love. We want to die with love, not without it. But how? How do we love when we are depleted and sorrowful…empty? The most popular […]