notes for the human heart
When I began these notes to you, Dear Human Heart, it was my intent to write something everyday. I'm finding, though, that anxiety has crept in, and I've found myself circling this space, holding my breath. Anxiety feels as if it's everywhere, because it is. So many are concerned for their health - for the… Continue reading solitude within a pandemic
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 