Child of the Bubbling Brook

I could have reassumed my maiden name, but it felt awkward.  Besides, it was my father’s name.  It was time for me to become myself. . .whoever that was.  I was 50.  Yet I felt like I was at the beginning of my life. Who…what…would I like to grow into? It was a rainy,...

Blue Sky

No. I don’t always only see blue sky.  I don’t use street drugs and am averse to big ideas that have no hope of being implemented.   But when I’m standing under the heavenly vault in New Mexico, where the  blue sky at the top of this page was...