When the snow is heaped up high all around your doorway – when the stars twinkle devilishly in the frigid air – when your friends are far away, and the peacefulness of a winter’s evening is all your own – what better pleasure is there than to lay back in an old recliner, face your [...]
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Kindred Spirits.
28-Jul-10This poem, by William Roscoe, returns to my mind from time to time, and encapsulates something of what I seek in all things, that moment when “mind shall with mind direct communion hold.” I think of it now for many reasons - I feel full of desire for this communion, and always in this [...]