notes for the human heart
Love from far away I can't imagine, can you? Getting up every morning and going to work at a hospital - or clinic - or morgue. I can't imagine, can you? Having no healthcare or rent or family or food - to have no choice of safety at all. I can't imagine, can you? Leaving… Continue reading Love from far away
The title of this blog comes from a poem written by Jane Kenyon. I can't recall when I first encountered the poem, but the first stanza often pulls me back to it - There’s just no accounting for happiness, or the way it turns up like a prodigal who comes back to the dust at… Continue reading Happiness in the time of Coronavirus
No Accounting for Happiness 