By Gregory Hansen (2008) There was a home on a hillOut of place and abandonedIt was like no otherIn design and structureAnd it leaned just a bitIt was like a sprinter anticipatingThe start of a raceBoth rigid and quiverOccupying one space I felt sorry for the home. It looked scared. As if it wanted to […]
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While watching an episode of Antiques Roadshow, a piece of pottery was brought to the table. The owner explained that it had been passed down to him from his mother. He said she normally bought very refined pieces—nothing like this one. The surface was crackled, and the glaze was thick and running down the sides.
I’ve noticed something over time. The things that matter most in our lives are rarely the things we planned.Quite often, they are the things passed to us quietly—by someone who never made a big deal out of it. A love of reading.Time spent in a garden.Hands learning how to work yarn, wood, dough, or soil.Food
A reflection written for my son and daughter-in-law, shared as part of their wedding ceremony. Fall Winter Spring and Summer – I took some creative liberties with this video
