Crocus in bloom, Sox back at Fenway, mittens packed away. Dear friends, Spring is on her way to New England, and not a moment too soon. Before a Departure in Spring – W.S. Merwin Once more it is April with the first light sifting through the young leaves heavy with dew making […]
Puhpowee. This week I was lucky to attend a public conversation between three of my heroes: Terry Tempest Williams, Robin Wall Kimmerer, and Richard Powers. They spoke of loss and belonging, of isolation and reconnection. They spoke of mosses and rocks and trees, and afterwards I went to visit a very special tree nearby, […]
It’s a curious time of year in New England, yo-yo-ing from bleak to hopeful, and lately the news seems to be following suit, with horror and mourning snuggled right up next to courage and celebration. A good companion for this time has been the poetry of WS Merwin, who passed away on March 15, the […]