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Earth, Earth, my Babylon, Your cheeks are white and ruddy. Filling your lap with children, soft you sing. These trees are like the trees at home; O Laurel bright, a sword between me and thee. Within the gate, beside the … Continue reading Poem: In the Garden
When you’re out walking you can allow yourself to be moved by the smell of roses, or to feel a twinge of pain at the sight of a lamp by a familiar-looking couch, or to feel as if you’ve entered … Continue reading Poem: Evening in a New Town
Wanda Waterman “The desire for safety stands against every great and noble enterprise.” ~Tacitus You have to love this oft-repeated horror flick scene: Our hapless hero or heroine is lying in bed when they hear a noise and feel driven … Continue reading Why Fear?
The Mindful Bard 