Like a great swath of humanity, I have been walking my way through this pandemic. I began, back in our first lockdown nearly a year ago, walking out of desperation. Confined, with a roomate to our two-bedroom apartment, I worked, slept and retreated into my room, coming out only for meals and maybe an evening … More The Miracle of Plodding
Beauty comes to me as a love letter. Unfolding it, something enfolds me, and I cannot move past it. I am held by sight, sound and touch, sometimes even by a scent of something so lovely moving on is simply impossible. I must pause from whatever I am doing, wherever I am going. I must … More Is it not enough?
“Pack this lunchbox,” I heard the voice say. And there, before me was a wicker box, square, woven securely together, deeper than it appeared when I first opened it and peered inside. It never occurred to me that I should be handed any other sort of lunch box – not the metal barn-roofed ones that … More Out of lunch baskets come memories
Lynda MacGibbon 