First Known When Lost

In March of this year, I shared E. K. Chambers's lovely poem written in memory of Thomasine ("Tamsin") Trenoweth.  I was remi...

It's funny how these things work.  My most recent post, on Monday, was a paean of sorts to the sun .  On the following day, for no appar...

Dear readers, you have heard me say this before (and you will no doubt hear me say it in the future):  Life is far simpler than we make it o...

Ah, the dreams of felicity that we carry around inside us!  Who knows where they come from?  Who knows how we go about contriving them? And ...

Looking back into your past, you may see someone who resembles you, but who no longer exists.  Yet, despite doubts and misgivings (" Wh...

"All I want is a little peace and quiet."  A plaint from time immemorial.  We mustn't make the mistake of believing that our p...

Is there anything as peaceful and as pleasurable as the soft buffeting of a warm wind in your ears as you walk abroad on a sunny day?  A ste...

I often feel that I have spent most of my life sleepwalking or daydreaming.  Asleep at the switch.  Nearly everything has escaped me.  But e...

Do we grow wiser with age?  Well, let's not get too carried away.  Speaking for myself, the only piece of wisdom that I can provisionall...

Ah, spring!  Season of timelessness and transience, hope and heartbreak, arrivals and departures.  The story of our life in a few swift week...