When I heard Wendell Berry reading his poem “How to Be a Poet”, I thought: that’s exactly what I’ve been doing to heal myself of the strange illness I’ve been dealing with.
Memorial Day weekend is the real start of summer in our minds. And our minds are full of ideas for simple pleasures and ramblings, whether home or away.
As committed to many projects and life paths as we are, we periodically come to a stop. We can’t take one step more, and really want to avoid our obligations, be irresponsible, and…wander.
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