Fork in the river,Blocked paths all around.What you are looking for,May never be found. And, maybe that’s it.The meaning we seek.Perhaps it’s enoughJust to play near the creek. How do we knowWe are meant to go far?Maybe it’s perfect,Wherever you are.
Today, we start work on our house. It is something I have resisted for eleven years. When we moved in, I could not believe my great fortune. I saw it first in pictures sitting across the country as we planned our move. It was fairly unassuming but I just knew, even then, it would be... Continue Reading →
Soliloquy on Imperfectionism 