Homage to Mary Oliver

Recoiling, still-swollen heart stitched up from past hurts rent in two again, my soul knew without prescription what it lacked, what would slake its anemic thirst. And so, four years ago, I carved out time to spend hours and days in the library nestled on a hill: its small, dark wood and brick interior teeming … Continue reading Homage to Mary Oliver

The Paths We Follow

We've all heard the Robert Frost poem that talks about two roads diverging in the woods. A couple of weeks ago, I heard a different poem about paths that captured my attention and has continued to bounce around in my head since then. I think it fits well with the theme of a Depth Year, and … Continue reading The Paths We Follow