When a sheet of ice melts with warm waves of delight, the pond sings its joy. mjh “How handsome the great sweeping curves in the edge of the ice, answering somewhat to those of the shore, but more regular! It is unusually hard, owing to the recent severe but transient cold, and all watered or…

I keep watch as you go. My heart tears wide open again. I go too. mjh

‘Round midnight I see sunlight reflecting upon our moon, ice, and me. mjh

Love can’t be seen, yet its sweet fruits grow all through us. Love is eternal. mjh

My breath prayer is to just breathe. Too often I fear what is breathtaking. mjh

The one who is left tells the story, knowing that it is incomplete. mjh

To write or not to write, that is the dilemma. This is my Sabbath. mjh

How do you sort out all that has happened in time? Life is not a line. mjh

On the Tenth Day of Christmas, I’m spending the evening looking through my file of old familiar family recipes, handwritten and lovingly shared by so many dear ones I no longer see. When I was in college in the early 80s, a home ec. major, I collected a lot of these family recipes and organized…

First things first, we say, an early morning routine: hot coffee and toast. mjh