Friday, January 22, 2016

here

Snow is drifting across North Carolina today, but my soul is in sunny summer repose in the hills above Florence. Close enough to hear the church bells ring, yet far from the madding tourist crowds. Lost in a new found translation of The Divine Comedy - or maybe even reading it in Italian, who knows? The soul is capable of amazing things. The sun hangs overhead in lemony bright glory, orange trees are laden with fruit and a butterfly has settled softly on the spine of my book. Later, at dinner, everyone I love will be around the table.

Friday, January 1, 2016

life story

New Year's Day is the first page in a juicy, hopeful, love-and-possibility-filled new book. Open it with tender care. Place a bookplate with your beautiful name inside the front cover. Put your nose to the paper and breathe in grace. Each word was written just for you.