vI move my body forward again and bring my mind back to September. The sun streams through the dusty window. My back seeks the stability of my solid chair. I raise my hands to my face, close my eyes, and think about my breath. My chest rises as I become aware of the sharp, piercing call of the eagle flying above the trees outside this window.
Continue reading →This weekend feels odd, doesn’t it? This is the final weekend of Summer 2020.
How does it feel to you?
Are you feeling nostalgic? I am.
I am feeling a bit sad inside at the thought of this final few days of the summer season. Each season holds the marks of the seasons of our own life span. It is like footprints on a sandy beach or like lines on a measuring tape. One by one, year by year, we lay down the marks of our passage. Read More by Pennsylvania Author, Lynda McKinney Lambert.
