The cherry tree in my garden is full of fruit. Bright red against a leafy backdrop, the cherries beckon to me. I am fond of cherries. Not so much of the cherry flavor that they put in ice cream or drinks. But of the fruits themselves, which one does not easily find in stores -- … Continue reading Musings Upon a Cherry Tree
Can we truly understand another person? Her suffering, her fear, her aloness? When we say "I understand" or touch her elbow gently, can we offer her more than an emphatic response? We have words and facial expressions. We have eyes and ears and patience. We have writing and phones. We have blog posts. But is it … Continue reading Shh. Let Silence Speak
As he lay there in the garden Idling away time, The voice in his head bubbled and foamed... It goaded him to get up, To roll up his sleeves and do this or that. To make with his hands things that others could touch. "I am everything already," he said to himself. "I don't need … Continue reading The Voice In His Head
