I read a poem today about spring, about spring coming again a year after the last: a time of sorrow and loss, about spring advancing whether the poet allowed it or no. I don't know what had happened in the poet's life, but shortly after reading the poem I heard of a death in the family and then a second. And it is good to embrace the shared experience through the words of a poet.
April 24
Motivate, motivation, motivated. This month I would like to reflect on my...
The FLIES and the HONEY-POT
These are the FLIES
This is the HONEY
Oh dear, the HONEY...