Timing is all.
Timing and destiny and yearning.
What determines the timing of manifestation?
All coordinates come together.
Happening on god’s time, not ours.
Timing and destiny and yearning.
What determines the timing of manifestation?
All coordinates come together.
Happening on god’s time, not ours.
Mother shooed us into the cellar. I turned my pockets inside out and showed her my discoveries. While we waited for the storm to pass, my mother told us stories: saints’ bones preserved in crypts of faraway cathedrals; healers who told the future by throwing bones as if they were dice; and air-raid cellars in…
My friend Stephanie Farrow, a marvelous poet in her own right, sent me this poem today, as one she enjoys. I thought you might enjoy it as well. Atlantis—A Lost Sonnet by Eavan Boland How on earth did it happen, I used to wonder that a whole city—arches, pillars, colonnades, not to mention vehicles and…
Lucretius (c. 99 – c. 55 BCE) from the philosophical epic De Rerum Natura (On the Nature of the Universe) as translated by Anthony M. Esolen There’s more: Nature dissolves all things into Their atoms; things can’t die back down to nothing. …Never can things revert to nothingness!
Mother died at 90 last May Day. It seems like an ocean of time and then, hardly any time at all. You can read more about my mother on the “Sightlines” portion of this site on the Sweet Little Dove page including: * Ruth Thompson Life Story * Mother’s Memorial Service And the poems: *Under…
Jorge Luis Borges is one of my favorite authors. Here are quotes on the art of living and writing poetry. Also, please check out this South American blog Artevirgo with its post of “Arte Poetica de Jorge Luis Borges.”–JGR The fact is that poetry is not the books in the library . . . Poetry…
“We are not born all at once, but by bits. The body first, and the spirit later; and the birth and growth of the spirit, in those who are attentive to their own inner life, are slow and exceedingly painful. Our mothers are racked with the pains of our physical birth; we ourselves suffer the…