Clover, bee, and revery
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few. Emily Dickinson I am taking my… Continue reading
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few. Emily Dickinson I am taking my… Continue reading
The class was asked, “What color are apples?” “Red. Yellow. Green,” they responded enthusiastically. One boy sat silent. “Yes, Johnny?” “I think they are white,” he told the teacher. She scolded him, “Everyone… Continue reading
Terry Hershey recounts this tale which really struck a cord with me after my musings on keeping that holiday feeling alive. On NPR’s This American Life , Ira Glass interviewed a young woman,… Continue reading
“One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon… Continue reading