December 2012

To The New Year With what stillness at last you appear in the valley, your first sunlight reaching down to touch the tips of a few high leaves that do not stir, as though they had not noticed and did not know you at all. Then the voice of a dove calls from far away, […]

“You can date the evolving life of a mind, like the age of a tree, by the rings of friendship formed by the central expanding trunk.’ Mary McCarthy Larée A very dear friend of mine died suddenly a month ago.  She was one of the first women I met when I moved to Seattle twenty-five