First Known When Lost

On a recent sunny afternoon, as I walked down an avenue of trees, the thought occurred to me:   This is enough.   What, you may ask, was ...

Earlier this week, I awoke suddenly in the middle of the night.  As I came to consciousness, these words floated up:  "out into the pho...

I may certainly be wrong, but I suspect that most of us believe that our minds our capacious, that we are "open-minded," and that ...

We humans make a great deal of racket, don't we?  Talking.  Always talking.  And to what end?  Long-time (and much-appreciated!) readers...

A poem that catches our fancy is likely to stay with us our entire life.  If the poem moves us sufficiently, we may discover that we have co...

It is entirely possible -- and perfectly acceptable -- to live one's life without holding opinions on the political issues of the day.  ...

The world is perfect just as it is.  I would not change a thing.  We dwell in Paradise.  I am reminded of this each day when I take my after...

My daily walk takes me through several tree tunnels.  Here is my variation on Wordsworth:  "My heart leaps up when I behold". . . ...