Last night we went to bed early and lay there each doing our thing. I found Good Poems on my Kindle and giggled at the biographies of the a...

Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 –1950) Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;  Nor yet a floating ...

 

 

 Cycling home I thought of our talk that morning and all the (hopefully) imaginary and/or temporary problems that may (or may not) arise. In...

 … you have to keep on moving.

This morning J and I discovered an activity that I find quite calming. We talk on the phone and pick a prime number and go up from there and...

This morning was all foggy and wet. Julian said it's trying to accustom us to the weather in the UK for our trip in a few days. What a c...

I've left off the habit of writing here, but wanted to add this today for you.   i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am ...

Why do you sigh, roar, fall, all for some hum- drum come -mm? Hm.... - Brad Leithauser

Home is so sad. It stays as it was left, Shaped to the comfort of the last to go As if to win them back. Instead, bereft Of anyone to please...

This is thy  hour O Soul , thy free  flight  into the wordless,  Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done, Thee fully...

  O LORD, thou hast seen my wrong: judge thou my cause. I came across this from Agatha Christie ( After the Funeral , which incidentally is ...

Once in a while I feel very bummed. Usually it's hormones related. But knowing the cause mitigates the effect only a little bit (if at a...